Snippet #1537694

Reece ruffled his hair to free the last of the dirt, and made a point to take his time putting the books away so that he could talk to Trish. "If you don't want me to talk to you, then just say so. But seeing as you're my guardian, I figured we should at least be on a first-name basis, 'stead of you being some wacko voice over my shoulder now and then. Angel or demon, you're still a person, I guess. Though I can't remember the last time I saw your physical form..."
In the middle of standing on his tip-toes to place a book back on its lofty perch, the last five slipped from his grasp and landed with a loud crash on his foot. He grunted and bit his lip, trying not to disturb the other patrons with a surprised yelp.