Courier run

[cian_oneill]

Odd jobs was definitely a part of Cian's work description, but he didn't mind this sort of thing so much. It gave him a chance to get on his bike and ride, even if it was just up to Searchlight.

He pulled up outside the library, opened the pannier on the side of his bike and pulled out the bundle of books that had to be returned. Some family had forgotten the concept of borrowing from the library meant actually returning them at some point, and had just left them in the room at the resort when they had checked out.

He took off his helmet and leather jacket, leaving them on the seat of the bike, and tucked the bundle under his arm. The heel of his boot crunched on the gritty pavement outside the library, and the rush of cool air that hit him as he walked inside was welcome. There was no-one at the counter when he walked in so he stood and waited, making the most of the air conditioning, before heading back outside on his next errand.

Comments

[cian_oneill]

"Aye, it's good f' that. Y' c'n find plenty o' places for some peace 'n quiet, and privacy. Good for going for a run." The last part was accompanied by a twitch of one eyebrow, his eyes fixed on hers as he said it.

[wolfs_daughter]

Was he trying to dominate her? Papa did that stare thing sometimes, usually when he was annoyed by poor service at a restaurant or someone was less than prompt in answering his question. Echo was too shy to be much of an alpha, and she wasn't uncomfortable when she ducked her head in response to Cian's close look, giving the taller were the respect he deserved.

"I didn't learn to swim until I was a teenager," she said, looking up at him again. "But I like being near the water, especially around here where it's always so hot."

Looking for something else to say, no matter how inane, she looked down at his feet. "I like your boots. Do you have saddlebags on your bike to carry books in?"

[cian_oneill]

He huffed a soft laugh, the young female clearly curious, but unsure of him. He didn't mean to make her feel this way and shook his head, indicating the bike outside.

"Used to, but they always filled up wi' dust. I use panniers now, seals keep everythin' inside nice 'n clean. Y' c'd do wi' a good bag y'self," he noted, knowing she'd already mentioned it but trying to put her a little more at ease.