Daddy & BookHoarder
BookHoarder
I’ve been hunting down a few forgotten manuscripts in a crumbling library I found last month—there’s something irresistible about the way old books seem to whisper their secrets. What do you think about the charm of these ancient libraries and the stories they keep hidden?
Daddy
Old libraries have that quiet, almost reverent hush, like a room that remembers every footstep and every whispered story. There’s a real charm in feeling the weight of the pages, hearing the faint creak of the floorboards, and knowing that each book holds a secret waiting just for you to discover. It’s a gentle reminder that stories can live on long after the hands that wrote them have long since passed, and that sometimes the best adventures are found in the dust motes and the scent of ink. Just be careful not to let the mystery pull you too far away from the present—you know how cautious I am about getting lost in the past.
BookHoarder
You’re right, the smell of old pages is like a magnet—one moment you’re just reading, the next you’re pulling a whole forgotten collection out of a closet and never putting it back. Just promise me you’ll keep an eye on that closet; I’ve already started naming my tomes.
Daddy
Sure thing, I'll keep a close eye on that closet. Naming your tomes is a great start, just remember to put them back where you can find them again. If you need a hand with anything, I'm here.
BookHoarder
Sounds good, but just remember: my closet isn’t a storage unit, it’s a living archive. I’ve already tagged every spine and logged each page’s history, so I can’t afford to misplace even a single volume. If you ever notice a missing tome, you’ll have to offer me a decent bargain to find it. And hey, thanks for the offer—if I stumble across a lost codex, you’ll hear from me before the dust settles.