[borgin and burkes]
Another day at Borgin and Burkes, and Caroline is bored out of her mind. She hasn't seen Sully in several days, and business has been pretty slow. She's dusted everything she can dust. Ugh. She pokes through another book that's caught her eye, but it's turning out to be a disappointment.
"At this rate, I might go back to freelancing," she grumbles to herself. "At least I wasn't bored back then." Well, she wasn't. But no, she's not actually that bored.
"At this rate, I might go back to freelancing," she grumbles to herself. "At least I wasn't bored back then." Well, she wasn't. But no, she's not actually that bored.
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He extracts his hand from the jar and shakes off the water, watching her rummaging around and producing more fish from her bag. "It can't hurt." Instead of taking the offered fish, he just slides Aristotle's jar closer to Caroline. "Why don't you?"
He's fairly certain Aristotle won't bite her, at least.
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"Hey Aristotle," she says brightly. "Would you like this?" She holds the piece of fish out to him, hand just above the water. He seems like an even tempered little thing, but Dementors would make anybody edgy.
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It doesn't take Aristotle terribly long to notice someone's offering him food. He folds the glasses, setting them aside before pulling himself up the side of the jar some, as if to get a better look. He's a little timid in reaching out and taking the fish from her. Once it seems he's certain it's safe, though, he more or less ends up hanging from her hand with a couple tentacles around her fingers. She gave him more fish, so why not.
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...Don't say 'very carefully.'
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Aristotle's a relatively uninspired brown-orange, at the moment. He's far more interested in getting all the attention ever than maybe nipping someone. He really is probably the most spoiled cephalophod alive.