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“Verbatim. Comics, word for word.” Darrin had managed to get himself tangled in the telephone cord as he tried to answer calls and restock shelves all at once. But then again, he had never been one for multi-tasking. Using his free hand, he swatted at the coil distantly as he spoke. “Uh huh. Yep, yep, just came in. I’ll hold it for you, of course.” Saying this, he looked up as the door opened. Hurrying through goodbyes, he placed the receiver gingerly back down as he spun in a circle to free himself.
“Oh, hey, Moon.” Looking up from the shelf, Darrin offered wide smile, showing his teeth as he carefully placed another new issue on the rack. “I’d actually been meaning to call you. You’re famous.” Cocking his head, he turned to walk toward the register, ducking behind it to retrieve a plastic-wrapped comic book from a hidden shelf. He laid it on gently on the counter-top.
The cover depicted a bearded man evidently in the process of transforming into a werewolf. “New series. Got here today. I didn’t know you did modeling work, pal.” He laughed a little, but the whole thing did seem to just be a good-humored joke (even if the illustration did bear a passing resemblance to P.D.). He grinned jokingly, speaking freely since the shop was empty. “See, this is the problem. This guy’s literally just clutching a whole bundle of Wolfsbane. Misinformation. Humans just make up whatever they want about us, and we never get any say in it. I’m going to start a petition.” He hummed a little, moving to return to his work. “You can have that, though. They sent too many. How’ve you been?”
The pair of them were interesting friends, Darrin knew, but he enjoyed the wolf’s company. Darrin himself didn’t think on it frequently, but they had both been hollowed by hunters. And the vampire had of course tried to fill those holes with material items. It didn’t always work, but the home and relationships he had found in Hazelgrove certainly helped.
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P.D. wasn’t one people would expect to be in a comic book shop. But, funny enough, he was a big fan of cheesy sci-fi because it seemed to be the only thing that didn’t actually exist. It was the only part of pop culture that was fantasy for him. So, as he stepped in and saw some of the memorabilia that he was looking for, he heard his buddy at the front talking on the phone. But, before he could get sucked up in a new comic that was about space aliens, he heard the other calling him Moon. Laughing softly, he turned and walked over to him with the comic in hand.
“Wait, what? Since when!” He asked with absolute surprise, looking over the comic that his friend mentioned and rolled his eyes. “Oh fuck...” He laughed and snorted a couple of times, placing the comic he wanted onto the counter and started to flip through it. “People are stealing my likeness when they come into Harvest Moon! They should pay me to be in this, give me some extra cash so I can finally afford that outdoor theatre setup for my pack.” He said, knowing there weren’t humans in the room. He couldn’t smell nor hear them, so it was safe.
“Yeah, I honestly don’t get where they find this information. I sometimes think it’s a conspiracy to throw us off, to make us think they don’t know we exist. Like, this is obviously wrong, but only to us. So, it’s like a message.” He said, shaking his head a bit before laughing as he continued to flip through the comic Darrin was showing him. “Start the petition. It might catch on with our community. But thanks. I’ll give it a read later.” Gesturing to the one he put down, he started to pull out his wallet to pay for it.
But, the other’s question had him smiling a bit. Not many asked how he was. “Well, I’m alright. It’s coming up the anniversary of when I first arrived in Hazelgrove, might have a barbecue to celebrate. Did you want to come by and have a beer? I’ve got a great IPA that’s almost ready for bottling you can give a try.”