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misandrogyny.livejournal.com[The library here is strange.
Or maybe, Yoite supposes, it's pretty normal— he should have done more library-ing, before this place. Library-ing isn't a word, so he should probably discard that thought.
Schools are weird, he thinks instead.
He's only got two books, even if he's been in for over half an hour, now: an English dictionary (as he speaks only Japanese), and Calculus: Early Transcendentals, Single Variable. Having arrived only a short while back, Yoite's already decided that he doesn't like this place. It's unfamiliar (and he does so dislike unfamiliarity), he doesn't want to take classes (his last opportunity to attend them, he'd abandoned the idea a short while in, too uncomfortable with classmates and all), and he had been cozy where he was before. Sluggishly so, maybe, but what did that hurt?
The only saving grace is the fact that Miharu had come with him. The combination of other internal complaints, however, leaves Yoite near the exit to the library, close to a wall and glaring at the calculus textbook like it's personally offended him.
He might as well be a statue that blinks occasionally, for how stiff he is, now. Underneath the uniform jacket (which he also hates), he's wearing a turtleneck sweater, and he's missing his hat dearly right now, and— right. He's reading, apparently, as he stands, but can one read (numbers) very well when they're looking that intently at the pages?]
Or maybe, Yoite supposes, it's pretty normal— he should have done more library-ing, before this place. Library-ing isn't a word, so he should probably discard that thought.
Schools are weird, he thinks instead.
He's only got two books, even if he's been in for over half an hour, now: an English dictionary (as he speaks only Japanese), and Calculus: Early Transcendentals, Single Variable. Having arrived only a short while back, Yoite's already decided that he doesn't like this place. It's unfamiliar (and he does so dislike unfamiliarity), he doesn't want to take classes (his last opportunity to attend them, he'd abandoned the idea a short while in, too uncomfortable with classmates and all), and he had been cozy where he was before. Sluggishly so, maybe, but what did that hurt?
The only saving grace is the fact that Miharu had come with him. The combination of other internal complaints, however, leaves Yoite near the exit to the library, close to a wall and glaring at the calculus textbook like it's personally offended him.
He might as well be a statue that blinks occasionally, for how stiff he is, now. Underneath the uniform jacket (which he also hates), he's wearing a turtleneck sweater, and he's missing his hat dearly right now, and— right. He's reading, apparently, as he stands, but can one read (numbers) very well when they're looking that intently at the pages?]