Made -huff- it -wheeze-

[liom]

This was not a good day for Morgan, unfortunately forced into playing a game of frogger against the sun. Hood up and gaze down, he had run quite a distance, from shadow to shadow, and he was audibly tired as he stopped in front of a doorway. His hands on his knees, he breathed in gulps of air, wheezing them out. Morgan had obviously never been one to exercise, he sucked in one more big breath, straitening up, and pushed through the doorway.

He coughed on the first wave of 'smell' the shop was literally filled with, which attempted to escape through the shop's door. Besides the smell it was rather nice in Morgan's opinion, small, warm, somewhat dark, and slightly humid, it was a perfect escape. He ran a hand over a couple of bobbles, the place was lined from wall to wall with books, bottles and unnameable knick-knacks.

He found his way to a back corner, and wormed his way to sit between two large piles of books. Right bellow a closed window that still let in air, thanks to a broken pane, he breathed in a sigh of relief, and sat back to wait out mid-day.

[Anaya]

Normally, Ciel would have avoided the ridiculous looking creature who was gasping for breath, but it seemed irony was a cruel harpy that liked to torture him. He had been reading through the far pile of books, lurking in the shadows and minding his own business. Until the male decided to come and sit between the piles and cause some dust to rise up in the process. A flaxen brow quirked in irritation as even that tiny amount of dust made his nose itch. Brow creased and eyes closed in irritation as he barely resisted punching the fool through the wall. He lowered his current literature choice, on the history of magic, and decided the sooner he got rid of the other creature, the better.

"What exactly are you running from so...enthusiastically?"

Which in Ciel's language meant: Quit bothering me before I kill you. Great, right ?