pe ' rooz (to read something in a thorough or careful way) Inspired by my favorite word and the fact that usually when my roommate and I go to the bookstore I mention something about perusing the aisles which, for whatever reason, she finds amusing.
"How long does it take to pick out a book?"
"Patience, Swan, I'm perusing." He pronounces the word in a drawn-out fashion and the rusepart sounds like rooze.
"Okay. Please perusefaster. We're picking Henry up today."
He gives her the look, the one that says don't rush me while I browse the fine literature. You can't rush art.They've been in this scenario enough times for her to know exactly what he's thinking.
She takes a book off a shelf, glancing at the cover and noticing the word ship. "Here's a book about ships...or something. Let's go." She hands it to him, beginning to walk back to the front desk.
He looks at the cover and laughs, a rich, melodious sound.
Turning around, hands on hips, she gives him her own look. " What?"
He flips the book around, showing her the cover which has some emoticons along with a couple of fictional characters inside a big heart. The title reads: The Art of Shipping: Navigating Through Fandom and Finding Your OTP.
"I've no idea what this means but it sounds fascinating. Good catch, Swan."
She knows what it is. Bad news. Taking the book from him, she sticks it back where she thought she had found it.
"Bad form, love. What am I to read now?"
Just this once.She turns around and walks over to a shelf that holds the R authors. Her fingers nimbly take out five and place them in a neat stack which she hands over to Killian.
"Percy Jackson and the Olympians," he reads aloud before turning what she thinks of as his puppy eyes to her face. "You remembered."
"How could I forget that Zeus brought you back?" She traced a hand over his cheek, watching his eyes flutter closed as he leaned in to her touch. "Anyway, they're technically kids' books but Henry's always talking about them and I may have read one or two…and well you're always mentioning Zeus and all that so I thought you might enjoy them. Now can we go?"
He smirks. "I see. Thank you, Swan."
"You're welcome." She takes his hook, the stack of books held under his other arm, and leads him to the desk. "I think I might enjoy more perusing."
"Oh?" He says as he hands a smiling Belle the books to be checked out.
Emma leans up and whispers in his ear. The expression on his face goes from amused to something full of heat and she laughs behind her hand as he urges Belle to hurry, that they have to go get Henry and then go perusing.