2nd floor parlor: saturday morning

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Nathan had no idea something strange had happened to the island overnight. He'd been blissfully tucked away in the preserve on the other island, counting the stars before they passed behind clouds and falling asleep quicker than usual. Nothing seemed amiss when he'd walked back.

When he wandered into the parlor, he was first hit with the smell of a cigarette. He hadn't smoked in awhile so he knew it wasn't him. When he looked around to try and find the source, he spotted a shadowed...person in one of the corners. Nathan tilted his head and took a few steps closer to try and get a better look but the person in the shadows disappeared.

A groan from behind him had Nathan whirling around just in time to see a mess of books come tumbling down off the shelf. Had the person that he'd just seen done that? And had they been smoking too? Nathan rubbed his head, pretty sure that maybe this house was going to drive him crazy.

Still, he took a seat to eat some of the breakfast he'd brought back from town and to try and give reading another go. There were books all over the floor now so he had a nice selection to choose from even.

[Open post. Nathan's not affected by the Noir this weekend]