[ Action || Library ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

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[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----

Danny scrambles forward, jerking his leg frantically out of the floor and forcing it solid, hoping that his intangible antics (intantigible?) went unnoticed.]

Um! Yes, right. Of course. Quiet. S-sorry about that, I...

[He is trying so hard, bless his heart, but he just. Can't tear his eyes away from that piece of paper clutched to Equius's chest.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[ . . . ]

[Did he just pull his leg out of the floor?]

[And what is he staring at... oh. Right. Cough.]

[Equius blushes until his face matches a blueberry, his fingers digging into the back of the notebook, wrinkling the page]

I saw nothing if you saw nothing.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

W-what?

[Sorry, dude, Danny is not well-versed enough in existing socializing to know what you mean there.]

Uhhhh...are--are you ill?

[because seriously, when has a person's face going blue been a sign of anything not terrible?]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Fffffffine. Nevermind then. Just going to... set his drawing back down here on the desk and pretend nothing happened. Because it didn't.]

There is nothing wrong with me, mentally or physically. Although I do not see that it is any of your business.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Danny isn't going to get up. Not just yet. He's still a little worried that he's going to sink through the floor again. Not like sitting down will help that much anyway.]

Uhhh...but, you're. Your face is...blue.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

That is because my blood is blue.

[Duh, Danny, look at him. He's not even human.]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

It's...blue?

[Well, CHYEAH, he knew that bit! Just...not the blood color thing.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Of course. [He tosses his head imperiously, flicking a bit of hair over his shoulder] It is the most glorious shade of royal blue ever.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Oh.

I guess...that does explain why your face was blue a few moments ago...

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Yes, it does. That is why I said it. You are a master of observation.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Well...thanks for explaining, then.

So, um. What's your name?

[T-THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE FRIENDS, RIGHT???]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[You're asking him?]

Equius.

[pause]

I'm running for the title of Homecoming Prince.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Oh. Um, good luck with that, then.

...I'm Danny.