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Fingers traced the spines of books that were on their shelves. Chocolate brown eyes skimmed over each and every title that the fingers touched. Timothy smiled as his eyes landed on a book called 'Astronomy and Astrophysics'.
"You boys need any help?" The owner of the small bookstore asked Timothy and Luis as they looked through the selection of books.
Luis tilts his head toward the owner and gives her a polite smile, "Just browsing."
The owner mirrored Luis's smile and gave a nod, walking away from the couple. The bookstore itself was filled to the brim with books. The book cases were arranged in a way that the space in between them was the same width as a human. So if two people wanted to look at the same set of books, they would be almost squished together.
The random antique lamps give off a yellow glow, shrouding the corners of the store in shadows. Random knickknacks hang from the ceiling and were scattered along the shelves.
Timothy took the book off of the shelf, clutching it to his chest, "See anything you want?"
Luis shrugged, walking deeper into the maze of bookshelves, "Not really."
Timothy hummed, grabbing onto Luis's hand, "I know that all of this-" Timothy gestures with the hand that was holding the book, "Isn't really you."
He knew that Luis wasn't really a big fan of these types of books. Luis had a few selection of romance books that he loved, but besides that, not many other readings satisfied him.
But Timothy loved it. The smell of the pages and ink, the feeling of having a heavy book in his hands made his heart soar. More specifically, sci-fi or informational texts about astronomy.
"It might not be my cup of tea, but it's yours. Besides, maybe I can find a good romance book?" Luis said, squeezing Timothy's hand.
They chuckled. "I have a better idea. Since the bookstore has no sense of organizing, which is making me bat-shit crazy, when I'm done, we can hit the comic book store?" Timothy suggested.
Luis's eyes lit up at the word 'comic', "And this is the reason why I love you."
Timothy winced, "Is that the only reason?"
Luis gave him a look and gently placed a kiss on Timothy's lips, "Just one of many, love."
The couple made their way around the bookstore and Timothy only picked out one more book of his liking.
Since the store had areas shrouded in darkness, it wasn't too far of a stretch to say that the two of them took advantage of the shadows and the lack of customers. Their lips attracted to each other like magnets and their hands dancing along one another skin. Though they did have to stop their actions more than once because of the owner poking her head almost around every corner as she was placing books back on their shelves.
With a kind smile and a wave goodbye, Luis and Timothy left the store. Timothy clutched his bag that was filled with his two new books while he continued to hold his hands with his partner.
While walking along, the two could feel people's lingering stares at them. They ignored it of course, they stopped caring what people thought.
"Woah." Luis blinked in surprise as they found the comic book shop they were looking for.
"This is way bigger than what we had back home." Luis comments, glancing at the two adults that were passed out with sunglasses on behind the counter.
Timothy let go of Luis's hand to let him explore, "Which home?"
Luis snorted at the joke and started rifling through the stacks of comics, looking for nothing in particular.
"Never seen you guys around here before."
Luis jumped at the sudden voice behind him. He turned to come face to face with a kid, probably somewhere in his early teens with a red bandana tied around his forehead, part of it hidden underneath his brown hair.
Timothy looked up from his section, "We just moved here." He answered the kid.
"Where from?"
Timothy looked over his shoulder to see another kid with dark brown short hair, more than likely the same age as the other kid. Both kids were wearing clothing that consisted of camouflage print. Which was an interesting choice of fashion.
Luis picked out a few comics that caught his eye, answering the kid, "New Orleans. We got here this morning."
He cradled the comic books in his arms, "The name's Luis. That's my partner, Timothy. What about you guys?"
Much to Timothy and Luis's surprise, the kids didn't acknowledge the fact they were both partners and just skipped any comment to introduce themselves.
"I'm Edgar and that's Alan. We're the Frog Brothers." Edgar introduced himself and his brother.
"Since you're new, you guys are going to need this." Alan picks out a comic from the stands and places it on top of Luis's pile.
Timothy walked over, looking over Luis's shoulder to see what Alan gave to him. He raised a brow at the comic, "Vampires?"
The comic held the title, 'Destroy All Vampires' with an illustration of Dracula on the front.
Luis and Timothy turn their heads toward another.
"You don't think?" Luis's voice rang in Timothy's head. His question floating about.
"Haven't seen any yet." Timothy answered.
The two broke their stare and Luis cleared his throat, "Vampires aren't real." He held out the comic for either one of the brothers to take, but they didn't.
"You'll be eating your own words once your face ends up as one of those missing posters." Alan gestures over to the multiple posted missing posters on the walls of the outside of their shop and others.
"Look, this could save your life." Edgar pushed the comic book back to Luis, wanting him to take it.
Luis smiled a little, taking it back into his pile to appease them, "If you say so. Um, besides that, I'm gonna get these." He gestures to the small stack in his hands.
Seemingly pleased that Luis was going to take the comic, the Frog brothers rang out the rest of his comic books, "This one is free of charge. Our number is on the back, pray you don't have to call us." Edgar says ominously.
Timothy nodded, "Thanks, we'll keep that in mind." He could tell that this was a rehearsed speech. Warning newcomers of the possibility of vampires being around Santa Carla.
He wasn't going to deny that the multitude of missing posters wasn't alarming. Whatever was around Santa Carla wasn't good about spacing out their attacks.
Luis waved at the boys after placing his new pile of comics into the same bag that had Timothy's books.
The two wrapped an arm around their waists, their sides pressed tightly together as they left the area of the comic book store.
"You think the Frog brothers are right? Vampires?" Luis asked, peering up at his partner.
Timothy shrugged, "Seems like amateur hunters to me. Plus they're young teenagers, probably would get themselves killed even if they tried."
He paused, mauling everything over, "Maybe we should've just stayed in New Orleans."
Luis kissed his teeth, reaching up to cup Timothy's cheek for a brief moment before patting it twice lightly, "We saw everything that New Orleans had to offer. Plus, our rock and roll couldn't even touch jazz."
Timothy hummed happily at the memories that were made in New Orleans, "The late nights, the smooth jazz, the food, and all those nights when I swept you off your feet."
Luis chuckled, "And we can still have the majority of those things, just in Santa Carla."
"And if there are vampires?" Timothy asked.
A silence hung in the air between them.
Luis squeezed his partner's side, speaking words he's said many times before, "Then we deal with it. All of us... Like always."