( Easy and polite, completely unbothered. That kind of pleasant, monotone, customer-service neutral Jack's perfected over the years until it's become basically his resting default. It's not exactly sociable, not outright welcoming in terms of inviting conversation, but it's also not discouraging either. Such is the unobtrusive nature of a guy used to sitting behind a counter being subjected to people's company all day while being paid not to be bothered by that.
As far as books go... Well, Jack's finaly, after all these weeks, managed to stumble across that niche pocket of fiction he prefers: absolute garbage. It's a tiny market here in Thorne, in a world that's arguably already pretty fictional in and of itself, so he treasures what he's managed to stumble across.
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( Easy and polite, completely unbothered. That kind of pleasant, monotone, customer-service neutral Jack's perfected over the years until it's become basically his resting default. It's not exactly sociable, not outright welcoming in terms of inviting conversation, but it's also not discouraging either. Such is the unobtrusive nature of a guy used to sitting behind a counter being subjected to people's company all day while being paid not to be bothered by that.
As far as books go... Well, Jack's finaly, after all these weeks, managed to stumble across that niche pocket of fiction he prefers: absolute garbage. It's a tiny market here in Thorne, in a world that's arguably already pretty fictional in and of itself, so he treasures what he's managed to stumble across.
The one he's reading right now?
Janitors of the Apocalypse 2: Plague Sweepers. )
I guess you must be new, huh?