It was about 6 o' clock when the Warlock stepped into the bookstore. The place was certainly familiar to him, yet it felt like ages since he had last set foot within its walls. Work had kept him rather busy lately, both of the mundane, and the more...esoteric variety. While he could've just gone straight home after leaving the museum, Aenigma figured he'd stop by Written in Water instead. Carrying his loyal messenger bag with him, the Mystagogue headed towards the barista and offered a large cup of unsweetened green tea. Once he had his drink in hand, he paid for it and thanked the man behind the counter, turning to find an empty table where he could sit and relax for a little while.
Once he found an empty table, Aenigma set down his drink and bag on it before pulling out the chair and taking a seat. He reached for his cup and took a quick sip of tea, reaching inside his bag afterwards and pulling out a stack of newspapers. The Warlock picked one of the newspapers and set the others aside. He flipped through the pages until he found the section with the comics and crossword puzzles, at which point he fetched a vintage fountain pen from his messenger bag and began to work on solving the puzzle...a smirk forming on the corner of his lips.
It is as good day as any to get these done. Some are at least three months old...