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⊱♥⊰ ; Lashes batted upon snow colored cheeks at the males words of mild retaliation and consequence to her request. It was unusual to say the least but she simply nodded, after all, she kind of did need that book, even if it was just one of poetry. “Yes, what is it?" A tilt of the head now being given prior to her lips pursing. She held a sense of curiosity within her core the more she gazed upon him, such a simple question was something unexpected.

She didn’t mind paying him back in a sense but it was just a book, she knew one thing though, she’d have to wear higher heels to be able to reach things, at least, in her mind, that may help in a way. Probably not.

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At that, he smiled. A small yet satisfied twist which propelled him into skewing the woman's torso into facing the right direction. "Over there." A finger to direct her gaze, voice hushing as he brought himself closer, as if he was picking out a target for assassination. "That man.. in the blue shirt." A perfectly ordinary student type, appearing to be writing a paper. "Next to him there's a green book with a gold spine." His eyes narrowed before adding, "A bit like your's."

"It's the only copy that hasn't been loaned. I want it. ---Can you do that for me?"

#darlixg

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⊱♥⊰ ; It’d been a while since she lurked around quiet places such as libraries or little thrift stores. They always had an air about them, a peaceful one. The only problem today was that she was faced with the fact she couldn’t reach a book she deeply wished on a shelf just inches from her fingertips, surely her struggle could be further proved by the strain she felt from standing on her tip toes. “Excuse me,” A pause as her golden gaze placed on a nearby stranger. ”Could you get that book for me?" Glossy lips pursed and mascara coated lashes batted upon snow colored cheeks whilst she pointed a slender index in the direction of a black book with a gold spine.

rxuille

Instinctively, his head cocked at the sound of high-pitched inquiry, turning his attention to the woman who appeared to be directing it at him. Though her speech muffled against his ears, it was clear by the point of her finger that she was after something that wasn't within her reach. It wasn't a particularly bothersome task, so he tried his best not to sound displeased.

"This one?"

Digits pulled the golden spine out from the case and into view. It looked pretty classy, or so it was trying to be. It was kind of hard to tell exactly what it was trying to convey.

"I'll give it you, if you get something for me."

#darlixg #it's perfect #thank you! uvu

[ Restarted muse. Please ignore all previous posts. (I'm too lazy to go back and delete the memories). Url and bio have been updated too, and I look forward to RP'in with you guys again! ]

#.outofhate #is anyone uh..#still here

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He hated the rain, he despised it. If normal days wasn’t cold enough for him to endure, rain made him feel even more ill. What more, being immunosuppressed due to his malnourished complications, getting caught in the rain might lead him to be getting more serious consequences. One time, he’d gotten himself an acute bronchitis attack just because he was outside when it was pouring. Layne dragged his skinny pairs to the nearest bus stop he could get to and waited there. He sneezed, not once, not even twice but multiple of times and it hurt his chest having to sneeze as bad. The anorexic exhaled as much before inhaling as much — heaving would be the most appropriate term. He leaned his tired figure close to the bus stop’s small shelter — he wondered when would it stop raining. “I wonder — ” …

rxuille

Unlike the other, Dominic loved the rain. To him there was nothing more beautiful. It washed away the bad, the dirt and left the leaves ready to shine for the returning sun. In fact, he never felt happier when the first droplets began to pit and pat onto the street floor, leaving him to make his way to the nearest shelter where he sat with a loaf of bread silently on his lap.

At first he glanced around, observing the passersby with mild amusement. Before noticing a frail-looking man taking seat beside him with a rather thoughtful look placed on his face. Without thinking, the ex-delinquent shuffled closer and made contact.

"Hey... You're that guy from before.. The Shakespeare one, right?" He blinked, yeah, it was definitely him! "Long time no see! How you been? You look...."

"...Well." -er.