blackcat

    ❝ OH i really don’t mind what you call me, anything is fine.        it’s nice to meet you, murphy-san ! ❞ he said as he just        lifted his arms up and behind his head with a grin on his        face. it took a lot to offend him if anything even did at         all, so the look murphy gave him was just a blank stare         if anything. he wasn’t uncomfortable, nor was he violent       ( unless someone threatened his family, of course. )

“Y-Yeah...nice to meet you.”

    HE nodded curtly, ❝ yeah, kind of.. i’m not mad or offended     or anything, but..you looked at me kind of like you knew me     and wanted to say something.. so i had to ask is all. who are     you, then ? my name is yamamoto takeshi. ❞

“Murphy.” He says quietly, nodding his head to him. “So uh...which name do you prefer to go by? If that matters to you at all..”

    ❝ AH.. um, hello.. do I know you ? ❞ he asked, tilting his head with a soft smile. 

    “Definitely not.” He replies, his smile just a little wary. “Sorry-- Did I look at you funny without even realizing?”

               “Good, make sure you keep one on hold. Pretty sure the lady said she’d drop by tomorrow.” it was at this point that maud glanced over at the clock and realised the store should have closed five minutes ago, so she removed her feet from the counter and made her way over to the door to flip the sign around and lock up. “Mum’s out collectin’ herbs tonight, you should come round to entertain me. Bring pizza or somethin’.”

Rising from the desk, he makes his way out of the room but stops in the threshold at her sudden request. “Entertain you? How am I supposed to do that? You’ll just eat the pizza and forget I’m there wont you?” He says this, yet he’s still wearing a small smile. “...what kind?”

               teasing him about his inability to control his emotions is one of her favourite things to do. some may call her a bitch for bullying him, but her mother taught her never to lie, so who was she to disagree? “You know, relyin’ on magic isn’t a bad thing. Some spells were invented for shit like that.” they weren’t really, but she needed to get her point across. “Please do. I probably could have done it myself but, you know… lazy.”

    Murphy sits down on that thought and leans the phone against his shoulder as he types; eyes scanning the bright screen like some kind of robot drone. It’s not even a minute later when the file pops up; indicating that they did indeed carry a few copies in one of the corner sections. “...it’s here. We have a few left.” He should leave a note for his Mom...

               “Nah, I just told her to check your place out to see whether you guys had it.” malleus maleficarum was quite the popular title amongst the witch community, despite its content. she could only assume that young witches are being taught about the trials so they’re aware of the suffering their ancestors had to endure. “How’s the snow situation comin’ along? Is the carpet still wet from last time?” she snickered, grinning to herself.

     He cringes despite the fact that she cant see his expression. “It’s in check…for now.” His socks were dry and and his hair was still free from the heaviness of condensed frozen water hanging on the ends…he’d like to keep it that way. “I had the fans set up to dry it but Ma insisted magic…again.” Speaking of the Witch, he ends up poking his head into an office located near the check out desk to find her. But She wasn’t there. “She’s not here so I’ll look up the book, I guess.”