fandomhigh | Library [Sunday, 11-11-07]

Far be it from Adah to interrupt a spectacle such as this. Limping into the library as usual, she decided to stay back for a bit to see exactly how long the Eel could do all that spinning until he realized that she was there. And not laughing at him, really. At all. Not externally, anyway, although her head was tilted in amusement.

Lee was perfectly happy spinning and staring at the ceiling until...he went a little too fast and nailed his knee on the desk.

That effectively stopped the spinning but it did leave him muttering curses.

There was a visceral wince at the sound of the Eel's knee clunking the desk, lingering in the form of a lip bitten out of both sympathy and the effort not to grin too much at the trail of curses that followed. She figured the pain-inspired reaction would disable him enough that she'd get close enough to the desk without him realizing to chastise, "Using language like that in a library. Well, I never." She spoke more loudly than usual to penetrate through the string of swears, playing her accent into it heavily for effect, but it still maintained her usual soft, teasing tone.

"The desk bit me," he said, laughing now that his knee stopped throbbing. "You're not going to tell on me, are you?"

"You know me," Adah commented wryly as she leaned her hip comfortably on the desk, despite the possible threat of its newly discovered carnivorous nature. "Blabbing to nearly everyone I see." Her head tilted, smile sharpening softly. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," he said, tapping his knee with his hand. "Just a bump. Stationary desks are dangerous things, you know. How are you?"

"No longer concerned," Adah answered with her usual lopsided grin, "that I'll be interrupting anything important by visiting you today."

"I got all that productive stuff done earlier," Lee said, gesturing to the checked in books. "Spinning is my exercise for the day. Working important muscles."

Adah maintained her skeptical look toward him, this time with a tilt of her head. "Oh? And what muscles would those be?"

"The spinning muscles," he said, meeting her skepticism with a smirk. "Very important."

"I think I must have missed those in my medical books," Adah commented with a challenging lift of an eyebrow. "Unless these are modeling muscles? Ones they don't let us lowly doctor types in on?"

"Maybe I made them up," he said and grinned. "I'm good at making things up when I want to. What have you been up to this weekend?"

He knew the answer but he asked anyway.

Oh, he just made this much to easy for her, really, with a set-up like that. Grinning despite herself, Adah shrugged and cast a bored sort of glance around the room. "Oh, nothing much. Boring, really." She shook her head lightly. "You wouldn't want to hear about it."

"Actually, I think I would," he said, leaning an elbow on the desk and putting his chin in his hand. "In detail. I'm all ears."

Adah grinned a little more, almost wanting to hold it against the Eel for making her actually want to be coy, but realizing it was impossible. Then, shaking her head lightly, she wrinkled her nose and said to hell with such reservations about that sort of thing and said, "Nah, you wouldn't, trust me. Not when you could be spinning. It's about this...boy, y'see..."

She almost couldn't even hold it against him that the need to be coy seemed to bring out the accent she hated so much, but it just fit the attitude so dreadfully. The moment a Well, I do declare! slipped out of her, though, Adah was going to resolve to not speak for a whole week.

"But this boys sound so interesting," Lee said, eyes wide. "I mean, if he bored you that much, he has to have talent and skills like no other. Spinning takes a backseat to boy talk."

"Oh, well, yes," Adah said, nodding her head slowly as a wide grin started to develop, "he certainly has talent, I can't deny that..."

"Tell me of this talent," he said, nodding encouragingly.

"Well," Adah said, with a quirk of her eyebrow and a sideways glance to tell the Eel that this was her stealing a page right from his own book, "for starters, I guess I could say that he's quite talent at being talented. And that sort of talent certainly does take...talent."

Okay, maybe she went a little over the line of mockery there, but she was amused enough and that's what counted.

"How very...talented of him," Lee said, stroking his chin a little. "And cryptic. What's this guy's name? I should talk to him, get some tips."

"His name is Lee," Adah decided to say after a moment with a small nod, because, really, this was the Eel she was talking to. Two completely different people, of course, and she lifted her chin in confidence to that fact. "But I don't know if that's a good idea. You might not like him too much. Terribly cocky and full of himself. Thinks he's particularly keen just because he has nice eyes and a devastating smile, and I really shouldn't even get started on the arms."

He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face and he tried to wipe it away quickly so he could be serious and solemn.

"He sounds like quite the fellow," Lee said. "And his name's very familiar. Are my arms just not as good?"

Looking terribly pensive, Adah tilted her head, frowning thoughtfully at the Eel and his arms. With a slight shake of her head, it became clear that a mere headtilt wouldn't be enough to determine and so she carefully placed her left hand back behind her on the desk so she could lean back a little, as though for a better view, but her expression remained dismal and unsatisfied when she straightened again. "I don't know," she admitted. "It's too difficult to tell from here. I'd have to be much closer to make a proper analysis."

"Well, then."

He hopped up off his chair and came around the desk, stopping when he was close too her and leaning against the front of the desk.

"Examine away."

"Hmmm." With another tilt of her head, Adah brushed her own fingers against her chin as she was allowed a closer look. Still not close enough; this might call for examinations of microscopic proportions, but, since she didn't have a microscope readily available, she would have to fall back on reaching for the Eel's hand with hers, lifting his arm to varying angles to have a better look. "Still not sure," she admitted. "I think..."

She trailed off and then, with one awkward limp (that she absolutely hated at that moment) and a slight turning, she had moved the arm so that it was around her slightly, and she went to lean (with more weight and need for support than she'd want to admit) her back against his chest. "...ah, yes. A comparison might be gleaned from this angle..."

...but, Dog, that was a lot of work to con her way into just a single embrace.

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