+ dedan-andhisbitch
Légère had seen Dedan in the library more often lately. The strange thing was, the Guardian didn't appear to be reviewing anything work related. He'd caught sight of Dedan casually hidden away in the romantic fiction section. It wasn't a surprise, more heartwarming than anything. Maybe he had some soft spot under all that yelling.
The next time Légère saw him, he decided to test the water and see if it would be safe to carry out a civil conversation with the man. Approaching with a stack of books held tight to his chest, he set them down on a nearby table and tugged the Guardian's coat to get his attention.
"M-monseiur Dedan, I was...wondering if you would like any, ah, book suggestions? I'm sure you're perfectly capable of finding praise worthy volumes on your own, but if you want a second opinion on something.."