A Bit Numb Skulled and Hard Headed

Help, yes, that was something she did need. To have a voice offer it, she was none to oppose the idea. "Kind of." Kasey would answer the new feminine voice. "I'm looking for an author, but I have no idea what his books look like." The cover art, something she knew nothing about, and assumed all books had them. Maybe this man had them too, there was no way to know. She didn't even know a single title to one of his works. All of it, was a huge game of hide and seek with some she never seen before. Of course, that person being a book.

She would face the violent haired girl, curious as to how the color would appear on her own self, or if it was natural. She had questions, but for now, it was about the book. "R. Krowe..." she repeated to herself, turning back to the books. Part of her felt as if she was looking at them the whole time, but the pictures of cartoons wasn't at all helpful. Taking up a comic about bunnies, something for children, she opened it to try and find the author.

What kind of books did that guy write anyways?

She would find herself being handed a book. Placing the one she had picked up earlier back on the shelf, she would accept the gift. Looking over the bound pages, she would open the cover to find the author she was looking for written there. "Harry R. Krowe" she read to herself, smiling as she did so. It was always a good day when she didn't have to work as hard as she thought. With someone who had helped her, it was only fair to thank them.

"No, but thank you very much. I was just looking for a few of his books." she would say with a smile. "Someone said he was worth the read. . . Does he have other books here?" Kasey would ask the girl with curiosity. She had never bought a book before, nor gone to any public library. To walk around in sorted isles was new to her. All she used before was the school library, in where she finished the books she took the same morning that she took them. And after so, the private library Sato had in his home. She had seen others check out books, but had never done so herself. Here, was she buying them, or checking them out?

". . . Are you sure it is fine that I take your copy?" Kasey questioned it, wondering if it was truly alright with her. Was it out of kindness? Did she buy books often? Perhaps she was someone useful for today.

So he did have more books. Perhaps she would finish all of them tonight and find a new author to read the next day. To her, books was her television. She binged entire series in a single night. How much she gathered and remembered from the books would be another question for another day. As the girl directed her, Kasey would obediently follow her. She looked at her outfit, finding little curiosities in it. Thinking no more beyond what she saw, she happily bounced behind the female. "Uh, no. I tried to go blonde. I think I used too much, or two strong of a developer." She had bleached her hair white, thinking that by lightening up pink she could obtain that golden yellow. She didn't understand that her shade of pink had no pigment from that hue, and resulted in her ghost, or rather, platinum silver.

Following, she would begin to take up any, and every book that had the author's name on it. "Yeah! A friend from work told me about him. I like to read, and he said that taking a break from research was a good idea." While it was small talk, Kasey was careful to not out herself as being the assistant to a CEO. She had done that once, and to her poor judgement, had almost come to haunt her. "Do you like his books too?"

Blonde. It was what she wanted. It was what she was going for. With the offer from a stranger, she turned it down. "I think I'll enjoy this color for a while." she smiled, looking down to see the silver hair that rested on her shoulders. It was a beautiful color, one she shared with possibly the strongest hero she ever knew. She was going to wear the color with pride.

"I tend to read a lot of things to learn stuff." Kasey would say, "The other day I picked up an astronomy book. But my. . .friend, suggested I read something more entertaining for once." She admitted to it. It wasn't often Sato had checked up on her, or rather at all. But to have another employee call his own house, home, he had to take some interest in her. Every so often he would either walk past her room, or find her reading another book from his collection. Most of his own were for decoration, or read only once. Kasey had put it to more use in a week, than he had in a year. Plus with the reading, she was also dusting everything off, and on her own time.

"Do you know this Harry?" Kasey would ask. It was a weird way in how she spoke of him, like a dear friend, or a neighbor. She seemed to read a few of his books already and owned a few copies herself. How well did she know him? Did she even read the books? "Do you read a lot?" She would ask.

Knowledge was power. Or perhaps power was knowledge. If anyone asked her how long she had been reading, she wouldn't be able to answer it. From her childhood, books were always prominent, until well, they weren't. Books were her escape. She did not find the internet to be her release, at least not yet. With a lack of a teacher to show her how to navigate the strange internet spider web, she was up a creek without a paddle.

"Oh, that is very good then!" Kasey would say quite exited to know these pages were worth her time spent. She went on to deny knowing the author, even complimenting his non existent face. It was a strange thing to hear, but she thought nothing more than that. But she did reveal her own passion in fashion, something Kasey would find the place to speak upon.

"Oh, fashion!" Kasey would continue, filled to the brim with excitement. "Well I also tailor as well, I've made a few costumes for some young heroes, as well as other executives!" She would have happily clapped her hands, if it wasn't for the book in her hand. "Do you by chance need a new designer?" She asked, not sure why she was willing to take up another job she didn't have time for.

Or did she?

There was a lot of hats that the bone haired woman would wear, but none she would wear atop the other. But with a quirk that allowed her to sprout all kinds of heads from herself, having them all at once wasn't too far fetched. In her case, perhaps telling her that she had far too many, was going to come back to bite her in the ass later.

"Sure!" Kasey would say, "I usually have a lot of down time at work, so I wouldn't mind spending that time to draw up things for you." Kasey would have no clue as to the confusion the girl would hold, and perhaps her own words was beginning to make it even worse. Did she have answers for all of the questions she was going to be asked? Perhaps. But would she give the truth? Probably not.

"Sleep is a good friend of mine, haha." Kasey would say with a laugh, "Gotta take all of those naps when I can."

It wasn't a total joke. Kasey had spend majority of her breaks and lunches napping and sleeping. But who could blame her? It wasn't like she didn't work for everyone and every company.