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Characters: dualscars and everyone else.
Setting: The second library, very late at night.
Format: Starting with action brackets, but I'll match.
Summary: Dualscar partakes in an activity that does not involve violence!
Warnings: None, yet.

[those transversing the second library later at night may find the orphaner perusing its shelves, though with little to no apparent criteria for his selections. he looks as he has for the last few weeks: not to his standards of vanity. and with the more recent shenanigans involving nightmarish worlds? a touch on the battered side.

more notable, however, is that with every book deemed unsatisfactory, its chucked unceremoniously to the floor. only, that it isn't: to be thrown into a growing pile of them. one that, in fact, looks like quite a few shelves had gone into its creation. by now, several individuals could sit uncomfortably upon its hard-cover summits.

but if this requires any sort of attention at all, it doesn't show. after all, both holding a book and turning the page with one hand requires more effort than he'd care to admit.]

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[floreatnoctem.livejournal.com]

[She honestly has to wonder if he even realizes how very transparent his reactions to things can be sometimes. Considering how he continues on without so much as hesitating, she really doesn't think so. That's alright- she'll let him keep up whatever pretenses he likes.]

Is that right?

[That he even has to say anything about it makes her inherently suspicious of his words, though she realizes better than to make her suspicions audible. She can't resist the teasing it opens him up for, however, and presses the back of her pencil to her lips, pretending thoughtfulness.]

A shame. It would be interesting, I think.