[ic] lost in the bookshop

[sebastard]

[So long as Sebastian's here, he supposes he might as well see if he can find some kind of memento for Aziz, and a book seems like a great idea. Now if only he could get some service.] Hello? Excuse me, hello?

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[sebastard]

Then I'll be sure to come to visit sometime. Thank you, Mr. Booth. [As Sebastian has no other tokens of appreciation to offer, he leans in and up to press a light kiss to Booth's cheek.]

[murchison]

[Booth sees what's about to happen and scrambles backward to avoid it, inevitably overbalancing over a pile of books and falling over with a yelp. He's left mortified, sprawled on the ground with a spreading embarrassed blush on his face, thinking privately that if he were to die in this moment, it would not be an unwelcome turn of events.]

[sebastard]

Oh--oh, are you all right? [Sebastian's not going to apologize, but he will at least put a hand out to help Mr. Booth out. If only he'd simply stood still, there'd have been no trouble.]

[murchison]

[Booth is still dead set on not having to touch anyone today, so he scrambles to his feet on his own, avoiding meeting Viola's gaze in the process.] I-I-I am fine. Are you- that is... I dislike being touched. [Despite being fairly tall, Booth still manages to make himself seem small and awkward, shoulders hunched in on himself.]

[sebastard]

Oh. [Well, now Sebastian feels bad, though really, he could have just said. It's with some reluctance that he apologizes, watching Mr. Booth cringe.] I'm sorry. If I'd known...

[murchison]

No, n-no, it's... [Hardly this poor woman's fault for Booth's own social failings. He has no idea how to reassure her.] I a-am quite apart in my, ah, eccentricities, I assure you.

[sebastard]

I guess so. [Sebastian shrugs, then gives a decent try at looking cheery.] Well, no matter. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Booth.

[murchison]

[Booth smiles back strained and utterly lost.] O-of course. And you.