Welcome to Gaia! ::

Thorne appeared at the Bibliophile while in deep contemplation of his poor life decisions. He'd gotten all of 30 minutes of sleep in the last three days and the fact that he'd not only brought Algie freshly made cupcakes but a handful of chocolate dipped meringue roses carefully crafted in the early morning zombie mood and a ganache tart beneath an arrangement of seasonal fruits. The wicker basket he carried propped against his side was a wormhole into a walking, talking incarnation of a pinterest board because if there was one thing Thorne was good at, it was teaching himself how to bake over a number of years dedicated to sleepless nights and insomnia.

For once, as Thorne entered the book store, he was dressed to look... decent. Maybe it was because he was trying to look the part of a respectable person for once to hide the faint bags underneath his eyes. Or it was because he was definitely here for Algie's dirty secrets on Jeremiah.

Either way, as the doorbell jangled and Thorne stepped through it, propping the wicker basket against his hip, he looked nothing short of the son of a mob boss, clean-swept but dangerous. His tattoos painted a bright contrast on his skin to the white sleeves rolled to his shoulders, and the sleek, dark buttoned vest that bit at the waist.

"Heard you had a sweet tooth," Thorne said when he found Algie, a smile curling across his lips, vulpine. "Here's hoping I can help, until Jeremiah comes for my blood."