Fun with Non-Socialness

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Characters: Ienzo and Sweden, also anyone who happens to walk by.
Setting: Room 1-12
Format: Action.
Summary: An entirely normal day occupied by being an entirely normal recluse.
Warnings: Excessive graphic quietness.



[Ienzo is sitting there, on his bed, reading. This is pretty much how he has spent most of his free time since coming to the Tower, mostly because this is how he spent most of his free time before coming to the Tower. (Except there was significantly less of it.)]

[The door is left slightly ajar by some small detail glossed over by his mind; in the past few weeks he has gathered a satisfactory amount of information about this tower and its inhabitants, even though he probably should have had all of it already -- after all, he had been here, what, two months? He wasn't very far from calling that pure laziness on his part.]

[Even though he appears to be reading intently, his conscious mind is barely skimming the pages; instead, he is concentrated primarily on sorting his new findings into a nice niche in his mind, and hopefully finding some truth within lies among it. Because almost certainly there was falsehoods within what he had been told... there is always falsehood, somewhere. No one ever tells the complete truth.]

[However, in the meantime, he is for all intents and purposes reading on his bed.]

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[lioncoat.livejournal.com]

[sweden, as usual, has pretty much been minding his own business since he had arrived. he liked to keep himself busy though, which meant a lot of walks and finding ways to occupy himself until a solution to their current situation could be found.

he returns to his room from a lengthy walk, sparing ienzo a glance before making his way over to his trunk. he opens it and begins rummaging through it, looking for something.]

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

[Well well! Sweden finally shows his face. Though they probably should have had more interaction considering they're basically living in the same room, all one has caught of the other is a passing glance. One wonders where he had gone. But in the meantime...] ...what are you looking for?

[THE MIDGET TALKS.]