Library - Sunday

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After yesterday's detention, all Lee really wants to do today sit, read and avoid any needles or robot guts or running. So, he's got a stack of books (randomly selected from the shelves), a bottle of water and a banana.

He hasn't started reading anything yet. Instead, he's scribbling some notes about something he had been reading before starting on anything new.

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Re: Morning

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah ducked her head, but the curtain of dark hair didn't seem enough this time; she had to bring up her hand to try to contain the next smile as she finished chewing the banana, swallowing it down as if it would be dangerous to handle a subject like this with food in one's mouth. Htu oms enoni. Interesting how that worked, how a comment like that only caused her smile more.

"I actually don't," she wrote after a moment of indecision and feeling more like her grinning and blushing had been contained enough that she could tuck her hair back, "usually smile this much..."

Re: Morning

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

He nodded and, still holding the banana in one hand, wiggled the fingers on his other hand, tapped them on the desk lightly before moving them back and forth some.

"It's very..." He trailed off, trying to find the right words. "It makes me want to smile."

Re: Morning

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

The Eel fidgeted his fingers a lot, Adah felt inclined to notice. Fidget fingers, smile lingers, and what exactly is this soft buzz in her ears that might feel like happiness?

And, of course, since he was doing so much for her confidence today, Adah had to ask, "Would you say that wanting to smile is something that happens often with you?"

Re: Morning

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"There hasn't been a lot of reasons for me to want to smile," he told her quietly, casting his eyes down towards his fingers before looking up at her. "Not until recently."

Re: Morning

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

"...Me, neither," Adah wrote, and, laying her pen down on her notebook, her eyes drifted over to his hand, too. It was a fleeting moment, too quick for her do really do anything with, leaving her, instead, to just smile softly at the Eel. It seemed appropriate enough, anyway.

Re: Morning

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

He returned her smile, content to enjoy the silence, comfortable enough to leave his hand where it was and happy to enjoy the fact that she was still smiling.