“This is the Host’s personal library, yes. All of the books are his that he has collected over the years. And some he has written.” It wasn’t too hard to assume he was a writer looking at his desk. It was piled with books and papers, some scrawled on with no longer pristine hand writing and others typed in braille.
“OOooo- So you’re an author then?” Patches tilted his head as he smiled. Taking an interest into this. He never had a discussion like that in years. Oddly enough he was quickly becoming more calm around them. Maybe it was the pleasant atmosphere? Never the less he still seemed a bit skittish like a cat as he passed by one of the host’s hands and was right below him and in front of the book. Though he was about to unbutton one of the large buttons on his coat he suddenly stopped in mid conversation. “What genre do you write i-..oh, is it okay if I take my jacket off?”

