CLOSED STARTER | @howlofthewolfâ
{â„} â Tasmin hummed softly with her nose ritualistically stuck in a book while she sat resolutely speechless for the duration of her lunch break, reading words entangled with messy prose & jumbled punctuation; it had clearly been written by a foreigner. This, however, just made every jilted grammatical accuracy all the more fascinating to the young librarian. The redhead coughed delicately into her sleeve, the thin fabric of her Winter jumper woven between her thumb & her index finger to keep it covering her gaunt & fragile wrists. Even behind the closed doors of the contemporary library, the temperature was below 0. It was a wonder how this place still raised the funds to stay open in this economy...though, open it was. Warm, it sadly wasnât.
Almost instantaneously as her wrist communicator buzzed, as though by clockwork, Tasmin tucked her favourite floral-pressed bookmark between the weathered pages, and closed the book shut, its aged cover yet another delightful attribute enjoyed by the working teen. It was at that moment that she heard the factory-esque moan of the sensor above the door denote the presence of a customer, to which she rushed timorously to greet. Tasmin linked her thin fingers in front of her equally frailing body, a pale smile visible between the bush of ginger curls atop her head.
âOh, hello! Can I help you find anything specific...?â













