he canât help as wandering fingertips trace over the soft fibers of a ravens feather, thumping over the spine of books lined on a bookshelf, and the smooth edges of pointed dazzling jewels and gems. heâs captivated by the shop, hasnât come across a magic shop this good in a long time and heâs not about to pass up the opportunity to put his hands on EVERYTHING. long fingers pull a book out of its place, tipping it close to him as he allows it to fall into his open palm. he lets it tip open to a random page, catching the other side with his spare hand as eyes examine a photo of the animated dissection of a frog. its then when he hears a voice, had forgotten he wasnât alone in the shop up until that point and his skin jumps with a start.
looking for something to PURCHASE, no. michael didnât have a dime on him, though he had gotten fairly good at slipping books and trinkets under his jacket or in his pockets - had a growing collecting of his own bookshelf. thin caramel rose lips spread in a closed mouth smile, shaking his head sweetly. something about people being involved in MAGIC seemed to make them grouchy. â always open to suggestions. â a hand stretches out, and this time instead of the soft pad of his thumb its the back of his nail clicking along the spines of the books as he walks closer the the boy at the counter. LITTLE BRAT he was, though it was only in his nature.
       THE AISLES ARE TIGHTLY packed, lined with trinkets that pertain little value. Itâs a tourist trap really, lure them in with a sense of magic, they become amazed by the strange things; animal bones and musty old books. Incense and candles are the biggest sellers, sometimes crystals are bought and used as paper weights. The store is something else for those who posses magic and know where to look. Amongst the dusty shelves there is more, hidden for magic uses to find it. Luca pegs the man as neither, not a tourist nor is he a witch. Dark eyes watch on with a bored expression as the customer touches every item with curiosity.Â
Only when he speaks up does Luca truly show any interest, gazing upon the boy. Something strikes him as too sweet, like he is trying a little too hard. â You could buy a candle? â Itâs a lame suggestion but heâs not all that interested in pandering to someone who likely wonât buy anything. It wasnât his store and it didnât rely on the sales on walk ins. Witches came for special items, none of which were open to the public. â Or Iâm sure I can find you a nice wind chime somewhere in the back. â Palms press against the glass counter top, fingers tapping restlessly as he watches on now, the book forgotten. â Unless youâre into magic, this store is kinda useless to you. â
