Allen B. Frazier
"Focus on the Bright Side to notice there isn't one.."
Allen B. Frazier only slept when it was necessary, on the weekends he usually slept for a few good hours, it wasn't the matter of energy. He just didn't think he needed it. Waking up or staying up early was -what he thought- a important part of his day. He didn't know what would happen, all he knew was that someone was going to be added to the small bunch living here.
"What do I want to wear?" Saying that in a deep and soft tone, that even a mere mouse scattering around would not hear.
He stared into the wardrobe he himself grew all of the years he's lived in this world and chose the first thing hanging on the hanger. If one were to know him, they'd know what he wore wouldn't really be of a surprise. What makes him feel comfortable and what he feels the need to wear without caring if it's acceptable or not, is likely what he's going to be wearing.
Not bothering to look in the mirror he turned towards his rooms door and went out of the room. Walking down the hallway his feet touched it lightly because, he doesn't really drag his feet. Walking out of the apartment part of the building and down the stairs,"Good morning shop, how do you feel?" Yeah, telling a building how it felt wasn't in the ordinary but, even in deeper thought a building could grow old like a human being and die like one as well. So, he'd found it weird to ask, it was again ordinary.
Licking his lips as he lacked the feeling of nicotine in the morning, he'd have to go to the store sooner or later. Just not right now. Walking up to the double door entrance into the shop, he unlocked it so, that both of the doors either went from the outside to the inside or from the inside to the outside. Not even checking if they were right out not he walked to the front counter and grabbed a book from under the counter and started to read from it.
Looking up ever so often at the few customers looking and shopping around. "Welcome to Fangs." He'd say that every time he would hear the door open. Saying it softly but, it was enough for everyone that came into the shop to hear. Newcomers jumped, regulars smiled and greeted him back. After it became 1:30 he put up his book and said his welcome to the girl that just walked into the store. But, that was all of the attention he gave her before staring at the front door.
"Okay," He scanned the item and took the money given her the change,"Would you like a-" He was interrupted by her giving him a terrified look and back away. "Um, ma'am." As he held up the choker and the change she sidestepped him to talk to the other two; Nicholas and Steven. It didn't really offend him because, these type of things happened often. Well, it was nice to know people knew of his presence.
Hearing something crash he looked over his shoulder, he chuckled to himself as Steven went berserk and started to pick up the glass before turning to a costumer who was ready to check out. Hearing a sorry from the clumsy girl walking up the stairs, he nodded and said farewell to the costumer that just checked out. That must have been the new girl, since he just noticed her suitcases and such. He turned towards the front and laid his head on his folded hands waiting for the day to end.