"You say potato, I say tomato," Tracy insisted as he shuffled his way through the door, intentionally butchering the phrase to avoid a 'cult vs. Pagan' debate. The bell rang as it opened, and then again when Tracy's head brushed against it. The pros and cons of being unnecessarily tall were evenly balanced, but Tracy couldn't help but wish he were at least a few inches shorter. Cynthia was vertically challenged, in Tracy's opinion, but she didn't constantly bash her head against thresholds that were too short.<br/><br/>The shop was smaller on the inside, which was considerably impressive considering it was already tiny on the outside. Shelves lined the walls, adorned with incense and books and athames, amongst all manner of other items, but no other occupants were to be seen. Tracy immediately buzzed over to the books, fingertips brushing against the spines as he read the titles. One in particular tugged at his attention and a teasing grin pulled at his lips as he plucked it off of the shelf and held it out for Cynthia to examine. "If this isn't a cult shop, then why do they have so much Aleister Crowley bullshit?" he asked as he looked at the back cover of The Book of the Law as he let Cynthia examine the front.<br/><br/>"It's actually Thelemic mysticism," came an unremittingly steady voice from behind him.<br/><br/>Tracy jumped in his skin and spun around, clutching the book to his middle as if this newcomer was going to take it away from him. Though, the step back that he took was because if he were to be honest with himself, the man scared the<span style="font-style: italic">shit</span>out of him. Black hair cascaded down his back, blending in to his black shirt and just barely coming down past the waist of his equally black pants. The beard that he donned was cut close and clean, though it was still just enough facial hair to make Tracy feel effeminate in comparison. And the piercings and tattoos were far too numerous to count. The man looked like a school shooter that was never caught. For someone who looked at least fifteen times more intimidating than Tracy, he was extremely confused.<br/><br/>"Don't you teach my brother?"<br/><br/>"What."<br/><br/>The man shook his head, dismissing the question before Tracy could even register it before holding his hand out for the book, which Tracy obediently surrendered. "The Book of the Law is the book of Thelema. It's just another religion, though I didn't really take you for the type," the man noted absently, placing the book back from where it'd come from on the shelf. Once he was content with the arrangement, he turned to the duo again and looked at them curiously. "I'm Des. Can I help you guys find anything?"