Peter hadn’t come to the library that night to read, however; he had a whole pile of books at home that he still had yet to read, and he was beginning to wonder whether there was a limit to how many books he could take out from the library, anyway.
There seemed to be some concern that he wasn’t getting out and about, that he wasn’t socialising with more of ‘his kind’. He could almost hear Keara’s voice in his head: Don’t go hanging around with human trash. Find yourself a nice vampire girl.[/] Of course Keara hadn’t said that, and probably hadn’t even got close to saying that, but it was the impression Peter got, deep down. There was a sense of guilt that he had remained a recluse, as if it were something that he was doing wrong. He’d always been a recluse. He didn’t really know why he had to change. But the inclination was there, nonetheless.
Except that he wasn’t at the library in order to rid himself of the friendship he seemed to have garnered with a human, but instead to add fuel to it, and perhaps maybe make everyone happy by making a new friend (acquaintance?) in the process. Jersey had said that her boss was the woman who also owned the library. Her name was Mora, or so Peter hoped he remembered correctly. Peter didn’t really know why he wanted to talk to Mora, except to perhaps judge her character for himself, to make sure that no harm would come to Jersey. Even then, he did wonder what exactly he could do, to what limits he would go.
He cleared his throat as he approached the front desk, tapping his fingers on the wood a little anxiously. When the librarian looked up at him, he offered her a an awkward smile.
”Hello! Uhm, I was wondering if Mo-ora might be available?” he asked, the vowel in the name lengthened, because he was completely uncertain about whether he had got it right. ”The owner?” he clarified, just in case he had got it wrong.
[Attire]