[ 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.]

Comments

1/2 I apologize for this...

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[What is this...]

2/2

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[


Takes a picture or two.]

ahahahaha yes

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[ . . .]

[At the subtle click of a camera going off, the sound ringing in his ears like the bang of a gun, Equius slowly raises his eyes, looking wide-eyed up a Japan over the rims of his sunglasses.]

[Oh.]

[Oh no.]

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[The moment he realizes he's caught in the act, Japan looks startled and lowers his camera. And then holds it behind his back as if that helps.]

Ah, f-forgive me, I did not mean to interrupt...

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

You will destroy those photos immediately. [He clutches the notebook to his chest, hissing threateningly at Japan.] And then you will forget you ever saw anything. Nothing happened here.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[












What.]

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

I will certainly forget this incident! My sincerest apologies! [not deleting them though...]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[What?]

[You've never seen a troll snog a picture before?]

1/3

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[No.

Let's just...

quietly

leave

before this guy notices anything]

2/3

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[OH OF ALL THE TIMES FOR A LEG TO GO INTANGIBLE---]

3/3

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[

Goddammit.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Good! [glare] Go away!

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

Y-yes sir! [Bows... and he will then turn to walk away. Well that works out for him sure...]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Gosh darn it, can't a guy enjoy idle fantasies of his robogirlfriend in peace?]

[Equius's head whips up and around towards the thud, his slamming his drawing flat against his chest]

Who is there? Be quiet, this is a library!

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Oh thank goodness. He's just going to... go back to what he was doing now.]





[Yeah]

[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.

1/3

[offwth31rh34ds.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so this is a human library, huh? It's really interesting... not. How can you concentrate with all this silence going on? Still, you suppose if there was any information on the humans of this world that you'd want to know about, this may be a good place to look.

Provided you cared.

...hmm? There's some movement over there...]

2/3

[offwth31rh34ds.livejournal.com]

[...uh...]

3/3

[offwth31rh34ds.livejournal.com]

[...with that guy, you don't even want to know.]

Re: 3/3

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[No, no you don't. Walk away, Pyrope. Just walk away.]

[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.

[offwth31rh34ds.livejournal.com]

[I SAW NOTHING AND BOY AM I GLAD FOR THAT.]