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[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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[Around halfway through this dissertation, Kanaya gently massages her headwound, and shakes her had, once, slowly, and puts a hand on Sollux's shoulder.

She strides off, making for quieter stacks. Her cape billows, but not, of course, gratuitously.]

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[Sollux was beginning to look like he was about to commit real, physical violence towards the younger troll, but Kanaya's hand on his shoulder does something to snap him out of it. He looks at her frowning deeply, but at least is present enough to realize that if he doesn't leave soon he's going to catch hell for ruining the library's upholstery.]

[And so, mid spiel, he vanishes along with her.]

[That is about enough of this shit.]

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[He sneers as he watches them walk away, head bowed and fists clenching at his sides. He hated lowbloods, he really. truly did. But Aradia had shown him tolerance and patience where others would not, and maybe soon she would be here. Soon.]

[Until then, he was better off alone]