"O-Oh! You're actually early! Not that I mind, means we get to finish earlier!"
This... didn't look like a law office. It was inside an apartment, and the only proof you had that his was, in fact, real, was the sign on the door that reads 'Blair Law Firm'. You hesitantly knock on the door.
You hear a crash coming from the other side, and it's a few moments before the door opens. You're met with a man who couldn't be older than 30, with a mullet, piercings, and a pink bowtie.
"Welcome to Blair Law, I'm Dexter Blair... are you here from the ads?"
Nodding your head yes, he opens the door wider. You see a large desk, with a computer and stacks of papers and files.
"Let's talk!"
Hello! This is the blog of my OC/Sona, Dexter Blair! My name is Dexter (lol), you may know me as the account owner of @wilfywarfy and many others.
This will primarily be an RP blog. Let me get this out of the way right now: I don't know shit about law. The most experience I have with law is a class I took in highschool, Daredevil, and Legally Blonde. So please have mercy if I don't get something right.
Next up, feel free to interact! Whatever fandom you are! Doesn't matter if you're average Joe, or an almighty being, Dex takes any client he can get... Not to mention, he himself isn't that normal. (Wink wink)
Topics such as violence, alcohol, and drugs will be tagged as such. Sexual content must be discussed first. Feel free to DM me and then we'll discuss where to go from there.
No rude behavior will be allowed. I want this to be a safe place where we can all just chill and hang out, y'know? Have fun!
So, now that you're done... What are you waiting for? You've got to prove yourself innocent!
Owen is extremely jetlagged — he just got back from Wales and the change in timezones makes it feel like he didn't sleep through the entire nearly 11 hour flight (he doesn't know how he found a direct flight but he'd managed).
Practically the moment he's back in his flat, he flops onto the bed with a heavy sigh, kicking off his crocs so that he can curl up properly, falling asleep almost immediately. Thank goodness he's already basically wearing pyjamas.
He'll let people know that he's back when he wakes up.
The bell above the door rings as he walks in. He doesn't even know where to start, immediately overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things to look at. So many trinkets and books and... Wow.
Dex carefully walks through the store, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. He looks at one of the older books, flipping through the pages that are likely older than he is.
"Hm... nice."
-@dblairlaw
Picking through some of the backrooms boxes, Sidney is broken from the trance at staring at a rather stained book wondering if it’s worth saving. Whoever owned this store before hand had left these to rot in the corner. Oh bother. At least that’s an excuse to finally move.
“Hello? Looking for anything?” Walking out of the storage room, he manages to step around the hoard of boxes still being pulled out from the various nooks and crannies. Sweating in the cramped room, his shirt was discarded for a tank top thag barely clings to him.
The voice makes Dex jump. Not that it was scary, he was just a jumpy guy. Feeling like he'd been caught doing something bad when all he was doing was looking at a book.
Turning around, Dex smiles. Damn, this guy was big. Looked like the type that could easily beat him up if he wanted. "Oh, uhm, no. I was just looking around. Seeing... Things." This is what happens when he goes Places trying to see Things. He gets jumpscared.
“You’re welcome to keep looking, don’t worry about me. I’ll be around the back if you need anything. Books is what you’re wanting? Got another crate or two out from storage.” Sidney barely had an education, and interacting with the general public was a new skill. Less of a skill, since he didn’t really get it.
“Seeing things? Do you need a doctor or something?”
"Oh, no no, not like that! I just meant it like... I'm seeing what you've got here." The last thing he needed was for the store owner to think he was having hallucinations.
"Uhm, do you have anything fantasy books? Or sci-fi?" Looking around, most of the things on the shelves looked to be educational. And while education was fine, he was in the mood for something less... Learning. More fun.
“Right sorry.” Sidney, even as the mountainous creature he was, shies away when he finds that he’s wrong. Hunched over the counter, flicking through his new inventory list from the storage unit. A good chunk of books might be in there; but he couldn’t tell. The old man’s hand writing was better off being translated into a Mongolian script.
Dragging over another plastic tub of books towards the back of the shop, he starts checking through to find something decent. “Yeah, think there’s some in here. Won’t be anything too recent, nothing before the 2010’s. Hop over the side, there’s a little bit of a gap to get through.”
Dex nods and finds that little gap so that he can get to the other side. The books sound hopeful. Most of the books he found nowadays weren't exactly his taste. Maybe all it would take was for them to be a bit less modern.
"Thank you so much." He takes a quick look through the bin of books, grabbing the first one that catches his eye. The cover is a bit worn, but not as bad as the previous one. Interesting.
It’s boiling in the shop today, as he tried to figure out how to get the AC working. So far hitting and cursing hasn’t worked, so tonight’s plan is a little bit of crying. The tank top he’s in already slightly soaked, stuck to his skin and desperately stretched out. Sidney thumbs through some of the books, pulling out the mix ins of non-fiction and the unholy amount of bibles.
“How about these? It’s a werewolf romance, so I’m not sure how interested you’d be. A lot of its railway fiction, sold at transit centres and the like for passengers.”
Dex slowly takes the book from Sidney. "Might as well give it a try." Oh, he was gonna give it a try alright. Maybe he'd get some inspiration for his own story.
And of course, it's now that Dex realizes just how sweaty he is. And not nervous sweats like usual. No, actual sweat. It was hot in here. "Gotta take what I can find, am I right?" He says, an awkward smile on his face.
Instead of a complete blank cover, an illustration is carved into the front of the book. A blond werewolf snuggled around a human man, both contently asleep in a little attic room. “Think there’s a couple from the same authors, if you want them. Some priest ones, vampires, even a wrestling one.” Sidney isn’t too interested in them, but some of the covers catch his eye. Definitely nothing this good back in prison.
“Well, you don’t always have to. Not a problem with shopping around.” Wiping some of the sweat sticking to his chest, the ex-convict stands back up and busies himself with an old computer on the side. “You don’t happen to know where I can get a lawyer do you? Old man left this place a mess.”
Dex admires the cover for a second. He feels a bit of a connection to it for some reason, but he brushes it off. He always gets weird feelings. "I'll take them. All of them." They all sounded like a good time.
At Sidney's question, he perks up a bit. Fate had it's ways, huh. "You're talking to the right guy. Just so happens that I'm a lawyer, mister." Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a business card. It reads 'Blair Law' in gold, with his contact information.
"What a coincidence, huh? What do you need help with?"
“Lovely, that’s six then. Is $12.10 alright?” The old man definitely didn’t adjust for inflation, but he managed to keep the place running with those prices. Sidney didn’t want to break the heart of the tiny man in his shop, when his eyes light up when more of them are chosen.
Picking up the crate and placing it beside the register, he starts counting out the remaining stock when Dex mentions his profession. Carefully holding the card with both hands putting it into his back pocket. “There’s a few issues with the shop, getting it all passed down into my name properly. I got the shop, but none of the savings. They won’t give it to me because…I was in prison for a while.”
"More than alright, sir. You sure you're not pricing these things wrong?" Picking up six books at any other store would've cost him at least a few tens, maybe even a hundred. This was dirt cheap compared to everywhere else.
"I see... You're not the first ex-con I've worked with. But you're the first I've seen that's tried to open up a store." This would be an interesting case to look over. This had to violate at least one financial based law. He'd have to figure it out. "I'm sure we can work something out.'
Two werewolf and human, two vampire and werewolf, a wrestler and a fan, and priests secret lover. There was at least two dozen others with similar titles, all from the same publisher. He’d been a bit longing over the love story of two ex-cons finally meeting outside of prison. Perhaps in the future. Ringing them through the till, Sidney starts wrapping the books up in packaging paper, hovering over the counter to watch Dex.
“Thanks. I didn’t really try to open it, I was the closest family in line to inherit. Was already set up for a while. But there’s someone, a little farther off than me, who’s contesting it all. Says since I’m a ex con, I’m not fit to have the money.”
"Well if they want to contest, then you can contest right back. Won't need a massive court case, especially if you're the rightful inheritor. Unless they changed their will."
This didn't sound fair. This guy was clearly trying to do better (as far as he could tell, anyway), and he was being punished for his past. "There shouldn't be any problems with this."
The bell above the door rings as he walks in. He doesn't even know where to start, immediately overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things to look at. So many trinkets and books and... Wow.
Dex carefully walks through the store, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. He looks at one of the older books, flipping through the pages that are likely older than he is.
"Hm... nice."
-@dblairlaw
Picking through some of the backrooms boxes, Sidney is broken from the trance at staring at a rather stained book wondering if it’s worth saving. Whoever owned this store before hand had left these to rot in the corner. Oh bother. At least that’s an excuse to finally move.
“Hello? Looking for anything?” Walking out of the storage room, he manages to step around the hoard of boxes still being pulled out from the various nooks and crannies. Sweating in the cramped room, his shirt was discarded for a tank top thag barely clings to him.
The voice makes Dex jump. Not that it was scary, he was just a jumpy guy. Feeling like he'd been caught doing something bad when all he was doing was looking at a book.
Turning around, Dex smiles. Damn, this guy was big. Looked like the type that could easily beat him up if he wanted. "Oh, uhm, no. I was just looking around. Seeing... Things." This is what happens when he goes Places trying to see Things. He gets jumpscared.
“You’re welcome to keep looking, don’t worry about me. I’ll be around the back if you need anything. Books is what you’re wanting? Got another crate or two out from storage.” Sidney barely had an education, and interacting with the general public was a new skill. Less of a skill, since he didn’t really get it.
“Seeing things? Do you need a doctor or something?”
"Oh, no no, not like that! I just meant it like... I'm seeing what you've got here." The last thing he needed was for the store owner to think he was having hallucinations.
"Uhm, do you have anything fantasy books? Or sci-fi?" Looking around, most of the things on the shelves looked to be educational. And while education was fine, he was in the mood for something less... Learning. More fun.
“Right sorry.” Sidney, even as the mountainous creature he was, shies away when he finds that he’s wrong. Hunched over the counter, flicking through his new inventory list from the storage unit. A good chunk of books might be in there; but he couldn’t tell. The old man’s hand writing was better off being translated into a Mongolian script.
Dragging over another plastic tub of books towards the back of the shop, he starts checking through to find something decent. “Yeah, think there’s some in here. Won’t be anything too recent, nothing before the 2010’s. Hop over the side, there’s a little bit of a gap to get through.”
Dex nods and finds that little gap so that he can get to the other side. The books sound hopeful. Most of the books he found nowadays weren't exactly his taste. Maybe all it would take was for them to be a bit less modern.
"Thank you so much." He takes a quick look through the bin of books, grabbing the first one that catches his eye. The cover is a bit worn, but not as bad as the previous one. Interesting.
It’s boiling in the shop today, as he tried to figure out how to get the AC working. So far hitting and cursing hasn’t worked, so tonight’s plan is a little bit of crying. The tank top he’s in already slightly soaked, stuck to his skin and desperately stretched out. Sidney thumbs through some of the books, pulling out the mix ins of non-fiction and the unholy amount of bibles.
“How about these? It’s a werewolf romance, so I’m not sure how interested you’d be. A lot of its railway fiction, sold at transit centres and the like for passengers.”
Dex slowly takes the book from Sidney. "Might as well give it a try." Oh, he was gonna give it a try alright. Maybe he'd get some inspiration for his own story.
And of course, it's now that Dex realizes just how sweaty he is. And not nervous sweats like usual. No, actual sweat. It was hot in here. "Gotta take what I can find, am I right?" He says, an awkward smile on his face.
Instead of a complete blank cover, an illustration is carved into the front of the book. A blond werewolf snuggled around a human man, both contently asleep in a little attic room. “Think there’s a couple from the same authors, if you want them. Some priest ones, vampires, even a wrestling one.” Sidney isn’t too interested in them, but some of the covers catch his eye. Definitely nothing this good back in prison.
“Well, you don’t always have to. Not a problem with shopping around.” Wiping some of the sweat sticking to his chest, the ex-convict stands back up and busies himself with an old computer on the side. “You don’t happen to know where I can get a lawyer do you? Old man left this place a mess.”
Dex admires the cover for a second. He feels a bit of a connection to it for some reason, but he brushes it off. He always gets weird feelings. "I'll take them. All of them." They all sounded like a good time.
At Sidney's question, he perks up a bit. Fate had it's ways, huh. "You're talking to the right guy. Just so happens that I'm a lawyer, mister." Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a business card. It reads 'Blair Law' in gold, with his contact information.
"What a coincidence, huh? What do you need help with?"
“Lovely, that’s six then. Is $12.10 alright?” The old man definitely didn’t adjust for inflation, but he managed to keep the place running with those prices. Sidney didn’t want to break the heart of the tiny man in his shop, when his eyes light up when more of them are chosen.
Picking up the crate and placing it beside the register, he starts counting out the remaining stock when Dex mentions his profession. Carefully holding the card with both hands putting it into his back pocket. “There’s a few issues with the shop, getting it all passed down into my name properly. I got the shop, but none of the savings. They won’t give it to me because…I was in prison for a while.”
"More than alright, sir. You sure you're not pricing these things wrong?" Picking up six books at any other store would've cost him at least a few tens, maybe even a hundred. This was dirt cheap compared to everywhere else.
"I see... You're not the first ex-con I've worked with. But you're the first I've seen that's tried to open up a store." This would be an interesting case to look over. This had to violate at least one financial based law. He'd have to figure it out. "I'm sure we can work something out.'
The bell above the door rings as he walks in. He doesn't even know where to start, immediately overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things to look at. So many trinkets and books and... Wow.
Dex carefully walks through the store, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. He looks at one of the older books, flipping through the pages that are likely older than he is.
"Hm... nice."
-@dblairlaw
Picking through some of the backrooms boxes, Sidney is broken from the trance at staring at a rather stained book wondering if it’s worth saving. Whoever owned this store before hand had left these to rot in the corner. Oh bother. At least that’s an excuse to finally move.
“Hello? Looking for anything?” Walking out of the storage room, he manages to step around the hoard of boxes still being pulled out from the various nooks and crannies. Sweating in the cramped room, his shirt was discarded for a tank top thag barely clings to him.
The voice makes Dex jump. Not that it was scary, he was just a jumpy guy. Feeling like he'd been caught doing something bad when all he was doing was looking at a book.
Turning around, Dex smiles. Damn, this guy was big. Looked like the type that could easily beat him up if he wanted. "Oh, uhm, no. I was just looking around. Seeing... Things." This is what happens when he goes Places trying to see Things. He gets jumpscared.
“You’re welcome to keep looking, don’t worry about me. I’ll be around the back if you need anything. Books is what you’re wanting? Got another crate or two out from storage.” Sidney barely had an education, and interacting with the general public was a new skill. Less of a skill, since he didn’t really get it.
“Seeing things? Do you need a doctor or something?”
"Oh, no no, not like that! I just meant it like... I'm seeing what you've got here." The last thing he needed was for the store owner to think he was having hallucinations.
"Uhm, do you have anything fantasy books? Or sci-fi?" Looking around, most of the things on the shelves looked to be educational. And while education was fine, he was in the mood for something less... Learning. More fun.
“Right sorry.” Sidney, even as the mountainous creature he was, shies away when he finds that he’s wrong. Hunched over the counter, flicking through his new inventory list from the storage unit. A good chunk of books might be in there; but he couldn’t tell. The old man’s hand writing was better off being translated into a Mongolian script.
Dragging over another plastic tub of books towards the back of the shop, he starts checking through to find something decent. “Yeah, think there’s some in here. Won’t be anything too recent, nothing before the 2010’s. Hop over the side, there’s a little bit of a gap to get through.”
Dex nods and finds that little gap so that he can get to the other side. The books sound hopeful. Most of the books he found nowadays weren't exactly his taste. Maybe all it would take was for them to be a bit less modern.
"Thank you so much." He takes a quick look through the bin of books, grabbing the first one that catches his eye. The cover is a bit worn, but not as bad as the previous one. Interesting.
It’s boiling in the shop today, as he tried to figure out how to get the AC working. So far hitting and cursing hasn’t worked, so tonight’s plan is a little bit of crying. The tank top he’s in already slightly soaked, stuck to his skin and desperately stretched out. Sidney thumbs through some of the books, pulling out the mix ins of non-fiction and the unholy amount of bibles.
“How about these? It’s a werewolf romance, so I’m not sure how interested you’d be. A lot of its railway fiction, sold at transit centres and the like for passengers.”
Dex slowly takes the book from Sidney. "Might as well give it a try." Oh, he was gonna give it a try alright. Maybe he'd get some inspiration for his own story.
And of course, it's now that Dex realizes just how sweaty he is. And not nervous sweats like usual. No, actual sweat. It was hot in here. "Gotta take what I can find, am I right?" He says, an awkward smile on his face.
Instead of a complete blank cover, an illustration is carved into the front of the book. A blond werewolf snuggled around a human man, both contently asleep in a little attic room. “Think there’s a couple from the same authors, if you want them. Some priest ones, vampires, even a wrestling one.” Sidney isn’t too interested in them, but some of the covers catch his eye. Definitely nothing this good back in prison.
“Well, you don’t always have to. Not a problem with shopping around.” Wiping some of the sweat sticking to his chest, the ex-convict stands back up and busies himself with an old computer on the side. “You don’t happen to know where I can get a lawyer do you? Old man left this place a mess.”
Dex admires the cover for a second. He feels a bit of a connection to it for some reason, but he brushes it off. He always gets weird feelings. "I'll take them. All of them." They all sounded like a good time.
At Sidney's question, he perks up a bit. Fate had it's ways, huh. "You're talking to the right guy. Just so happens that I'm a lawyer, mister." Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a business card. It reads 'Blair Law' in gold, with his contact information.
"What a coincidence, huh? What do you need help with?"
The bell above the door rings as he walks in. He doesn't even know where to start, immediately overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things to look at. So many trinkets and books and... Wow.
Dex carefully walks through the store, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. He looks at one of the older books, flipping through the pages that are likely older than he is.
"Hm... nice."
-@dblairlaw
Picking through some of the backrooms boxes, Sidney is broken from the trance at staring at a rather stained book wondering if it’s worth saving. Whoever owned this store before hand had left these to rot in the corner. Oh bother. At least that’s an excuse to finally move.
“Hello? Looking for anything?” Walking out of the storage room, he manages to step around the hoard of boxes still being pulled out from the various nooks and crannies. Sweating in the cramped room, his shirt was discarded for a tank top thag barely clings to him.
The voice makes Dex jump. Not that it was scary, he was just a jumpy guy. Feeling like he'd been caught doing something bad when all he was doing was looking at a book.
Turning around, Dex smiles. Damn, this guy was big. Looked like the type that could easily beat him up if he wanted. "Oh, uhm, no. I was just looking around. Seeing... Things." This is what happens when he goes Places trying to see Things. He gets jumpscared.
“You’re welcome to keep looking, don’t worry about me. I’ll be around the back if you need anything. Books is what you’re wanting? Got another crate or two out from storage.” Sidney barely had an education, and interacting with the general public was a new skill. Less of a skill, since he didn’t really get it.
“Seeing things? Do you need a doctor or something?”
"Oh, no no, not like that! I just meant it like... I'm seeing what you've got here." The last thing he needed was for the store owner to think he was having hallucinations.
"Uhm, do you have anything fantasy books? Or sci-fi?" Looking around, most of the things on the shelves looked to be educational. And while education was fine, he was in the mood for something less... Learning. More fun.
“Right sorry.” Sidney, even as the mountainous creature he was, shies away when he finds that he’s wrong. Hunched over the counter, flicking through his new inventory list from the storage unit. A good chunk of books might be in there; but he couldn’t tell. The old man’s hand writing was better off being translated into a Mongolian script.
Dragging over another plastic tub of books towards the back of the shop, he starts checking through to find something decent. “Yeah, think there’s some in here. Won’t be anything too recent, nothing before the 2010’s. Hop over the side, there’s a little bit of a gap to get through.”
Dex nods and finds that little gap so that he can get to the other side. The books sound hopeful. Most of the books he found nowadays weren't exactly his taste. Maybe all it would take was for them to be a bit less modern.
"Thank you so much." He takes a quick look through the bin of books, grabbing the first one that catches his eye. The cover is a bit worn, but not as bad as the previous one. Interesting.
It’s boiling in the shop today, as he tried to figure out how to get the AC working. So far hitting and cursing hasn’t worked, so tonight’s plan is a little bit of crying. The tank top he’s in already slightly soaked, stuck to his skin and desperately stretched out. Sidney thumbs through some of the books, pulling out the mix ins of non-fiction and the unholy amount of bibles.
“How about these? It’s a werewolf romance, so I’m not sure how interested you’d be. A lot of its railway fiction, sold at transit centres and the like for passengers.”
Dex slowly takes the book from Sidney. "Might as well give it a try." Oh, he was gonna give it a try alright. Maybe he'd get some inspiration for his own story.
And of course, it's now that Dex realizes just how sweaty he is. And not nervous sweats like usual. No, actual sweat. It was hot in here. "Gotta take what I can find, am I right?" He says, an awkward smile on his face.
The bell above the door rings as he walks in. He doesn't even know where to start, immediately overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things to look at. So many trinkets and books and... Wow.
Dex carefully walks through the store, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. He looks at one of the older books, flipping through the pages that are likely older than he is.
"Hm... nice."
-@dblairlaw
Picking through some of the backrooms boxes, Sidney is broken from the trance at staring at a rather stained book wondering if it’s worth saving. Whoever owned this store before hand had left these to rot in the corner. Oh bother. At least that’s an excuse to finally move.
“Hello? Looking for anything?” Walking out of the storage room, he manages to step around the hoard of boxes still being pulled out from the various nooks and crannies. Sweating in the cramped room, his shirt was discarded for a tank top thag barely clings to him.
The voice makes Dex jump. Not that it was scary, he was just a jumpy guy. Feeling like he'd been caught doing something bad when all he was doing was looking at a book.
Turning around, Dex smiles. Damn, this guy was big. Looked like the type that could easily beat him up if he wanted. "Oh, uhm, no. I was just looking around. Seeing... Things." This is what happens when he goes Places trying to see Things. He gets jumpscared.
“You’re welcome to keep looking, don’t worry about me. I’ll be around the back if you need anything. Books is what you’re wanting? Got another crate or two out from storage.” Sidney barely had an education, and interacting with the general public was a new skill. Less of a skill, since he didn’t really get it.
“Seeing things? Do you need a doctor or something?”
"Oh, no no, not like that! I just meant it like... I'm seeing what you've got here." The last thing he needed was for the store owner to think he was having hallucinations.
"Uhm, do you have anything fantasy books? Or sci-fi?" Looking around, most of the things on the shelves looked to be educational. And while education was fine, he was in the mood for something less... Learning. More fun.
“Right sorry.” Sidney, even as the mountainous creature he was, shies away when he finds that he’s wrong. Hunched over the counter, flicking through his new inventory list from the storage unit. A good chunk of books might be in there; but he couldn’t tell. The old man’s hand writing was better off being translated into a Mongolian script.
Dragging over another plastic tub of books towards the back of the shop, he starts checking through to find something decent. “Yeah, think there’s some in here. Won’t be anything too recent, nothing before the 2010’s. Hop over the side, there’s a little bit of a gap to get through.”
Dex nods and finds that little gap so that he can get to the other side. The books sound hopeful. Most of the books he found nowadays weren't exactly his taste. Maybe all it would take was for them to be a bit less modern.
"Thank you so much." He takes a quick look through the bin of books, grabbing the first one that catches his eye. The cover is a bit worn, but not as bad as the previous one. Interesting.
The bell above the door rings as he walks in. He doesn't even know where to start, immediately overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things to look at. So many trinkets and books and... Wow.
Dex carefully walks through the store, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. He looks at one of the older books, flipping through the pages that are likely older than he is.
"Hm... nice."
-@dblairlaw
Picking through some of the backrooms boxes, Sidney is broken from the trance at staring at a rather stained book wondering if it’s worth saving. Whoever owned this store before hand had left these to rot in the corner. Oh bother. At least that’s an excuse to finally move.
“Hello? Looking for anything?” Walking out of the storage room, he manages to step around the hoard of boxes still being pulled out from the various nooks and crannies. Sweating in the cramped room, his shirt was discarded for a tank top thag barely clings to him.
The voice makes Dex jump. Not that it was scary, he was just a jumpy guy. Feeling like he'd been caught doing something bad when all he was doing was looking at a book.
Turning around, Dex smiles. Damn, this guy was big. Looked like the type that could easily beat him up if he wanted. "Oh, uhm, no. I was just looking around. Seeing... Things." This is what happens when he goes Places trying to see Things. He gets jumpscared.
“You’re welcome to keep looking, don’t worry about me. I’ll be around the back if you need anything. Books is what you’re wanting? Got another crate or two out from storage.” Sidney barely had an education, and interacting with the general public was a new skill. Less of a skill, since he didn’t really get it.
“Seeing things? Do you need a doctor or something?”
"Oh, no no, not like that! I just meant it like... I'm seeing what you've got here." The last thing he needed was for the store owner to think he was having hallucinations.
"Uhm, do you have anything fantasy books? Or sci-fi?" Looking around, most of the things on the shelves looked to be educational. And while education was fine, he was in the mood for something less... Learning. More fun.
The bell above the door rings as he walks in. He doesn't even know where to start, immediately overwhelmed with the sheer amount of things to look at. So many trinkets and books and... Wow.
Dex carefully walks through the store, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. He looks at one of the older books, flipping through the pages that are likely older than he is.
"Hm... nice."
-@dblairlaw
Picking through some of the backrooms boxes, Sidney is broken from the trance at staring at a rather stained book wondering if it’s worth saving. Whoever owned this store before hand had left these to rot in the corner. Oh bother. At least that’s an excuse to finally move.
“Hello? Looking for anything?” Walking out of the storage room, he manages to step around the hoard of boxes still being pulled out from the various nooks and crannies. Sweating in the cramped room, his shirt was discarded for a tank top thag barely clings to him.
The voice makes Dex jump. Not that it was scary, he was just a jumpy guy. Feeling like he'd been caught doing something bad when all he was doing was looking at a book.
Turning around, Dex smiles. Damn, this guy was big. Looked like the type that could easily beat him up if he wanted. "Oh, uhm, no. I was just looking around. Seeing... Things." This is what happens when he goes Places trying to see Things. He gets jumpscared.
I have a question, and I don't mean to be rude or anything. Does Dexter have autism? Or any kind of neurodivergency?
Hey! I don't find this rude at all, so don't worry.
If he shows signs of being neurodivergent, I didn't intend it. He just kinda... is. I write him how I write him. He's me, but not exactly me. If that makes sense.
I don't think I have the ability to properly diagnose him, as I'm not a professional, nor have I ever been properly diagnosed with anything.
TL;DR- I can't confirm nor deny that he's neurodivergent.
