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“Impressive. Any I’d know? Oh, don’t tell me: you’re actually Bill Watterson.” As if Silas were the founder and creator of Calvin and Hobbes, but it was entertaining to tease someone whose only source of threat rendered useless against a vampire. “You should illustrate the people in this town. They’re a colorful bunch. Werewolves, vampires, witches, shifters, cubi…” The list droned on as she held a particular crystal between manicured fingers, observing it with mild boredom in the light. “This is tumbled glass.” And then she’s placed it between them once more. “You leave this place, right? You get out? Please tell me you’re not one of those brooding saps who holes away in their house for all eternity because immortality is a curse.”

A wanderer was deep in the cubi’s bones, though many assumed the opposite with his disposition and occupation. Many thought that owning a shop with such a large array of objects would mean constantly being stationary while Silas often found excuses to leave town for a weekend or more. Brick and mortar didn’t mean having a chain attached, running off at any excuse just to see something new for a little while. It kept him from completely losing his mind, sketching and journaling all along the way. “Don’t tell me you are actually concerned for me,” the cubi stated as his charcoal hues met Ana. Had to be a fluke, Silas was sure of it. Possibly even a chance for her to add another mocking remark about his chosen profession. Nevertheless, he would let it slide off his back like all the rest of her comments that never managed to affect him.

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“What on earth is this meant to be?” The woman held a particular trinket aloft, dubious of its use or even worth as she scoured Knick Knack in a mild effort to entertain herself. Most of the various items were a far cry from revolutionary to Ana, however she did glean some semblance of amusement from antagonizing the store owner… Regardless of how alluring he might appear. Hues skirted along the notepad lying open at the front counter, her prior item laid beside it as she observed the drawings. “He sketches. Is this a quirky little past time or should I be searching for your name in the newspaper comics?” @silaskyun​

“Both,” the cubi quickly replied, not looking up as the brunette continued to look around the shop. He was used to this kind of behavior from Ana when she came in, not all objects appealing to the vampire and finding many of them worth mocking. Silas honestly didn’t mind. Not all of his knacks were meant for all tastes and his years of hardship had given him especially thick skin. “I’ve done this as a quirk and for money in newspapers, even some political comics if the money was right.” A statement that held a lot of truth, although he wasn’t sure if anyone could actually find his works anymore. War and time had destroyed a lot of things from his past, some was still probably sitting in an artifact collection back in Korea just collecting dust.