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Library [Sunday, December 16]

With this planet's holidays fast approaching, Lee's doing something he probably should have done a long time ago: reading to see just what goes on during the various holidays. Of course, just seeing how many holidays were grouped in one month was enough to confuse him. And, after discovering one particular aspect of several of the different holidays, he's confused about something else: gift giving.

The library is open.

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He flicked his shirt playfully at her and mock glared. "My modeling class is serious business."

Adah laughed as her arm moved in an utterly failed attempt to do anything about the flicked shirt, shoulder creeping up in defense against the offending article of clothing. She made an attempt to grab it, also failing, as she just wasn't very good at things like that. "And so was my pirate research! But that didn't stop you from thwarting it! I should be mad at you right now, you know."

"So, why aren't you mad?" he asked, draping his shirt back over his shoulder. "My charm just too much for you?"

"I think all that waiting you made me do," Adah reasoned, "helped quell my anger. That's all."

Certainly had nothing to do with...charm. Or wiles, for that matter.

"Hmm." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So, I should make you wait more often?"

"Only to satiate building anger over the destruction of perfectly good resources!" Adah argued with a laugh that petered down into her biting her lip with another gaze of realization that she really did have quite a nice view from about here. She finally let her eyes drift toward the Eel's face for a moment, so he could hopefully see their dancing appreciation. Because she certainly wasn't going to say anything about it.

"It's just a good thing it's warm in here," Lee remarked, slow smile appearing on his face. "Else, I'd be standing here, without a shirt, all cold and shivering."

"You would get no pity from me," Adah informed him promptly with a grin. It was just as nice to see that slow smile as it was to see his current state of partial undress. "You'd deserve it, for what you did to those poor shirtless pirates.

"Those poor shirtless pirates will get over it," Lee said, waving a hand. "I mean, they're on paper. I'm real."

That he was. Adah grinned again, shifting her weight and support against the desk a little, which just happened to bring her slightly closer. "And it is warm in here, not cold, so the point is moot."

"What if I'm a little cold?" Lee asked, noticing the slight shift closer but not saying anything. "Just because it's warm, doesn't mean I'm not cold. I am only half dressed now."

"Well, if you're a little cold," Adah said, keeping her tone light and considering, and then hardening it a little with a level gaze through her dangling hair, "then I'd tell you to suck it up and go outside, and then you can complain."

"You're no fun," he said, flicking his shirt again. "I took off my shirt for research purposes and now you want me to go and freeze."

"Are you cold, then?" Adah asked, quirking her eyebrow and making another failed attempt to snatch the flicked shirt. "You can't possibly be that cold."

"I'm freezing," he lied. "So cold that I can't even shiver."

Adah couldn't help a light laugh at that, her head jerking back a little. "You lie! It's nice in here! Very temperate and warm. Can't have it too cold for the books, after all. If it's not too cold for the books, it's not too cold for you."

"Not lying!" He frowned in mock outrage. "You don't know that I'm not cold! I could be standing here, freezing, but I'm putting on a brave front. You have no proof that I'm not cold."

There was another shifting of weight. One that just happened to bring Adah a little bit closer. More specifically, it happened to put her in a position where she might be able to reach the shirt. It might require her to be quick, though. Not her best area. Still...

"If you're so freezing, then why don't you just put your shirt back on?"

"Because then you might want to go pay attention to the shirtless pirates again," he explained like it was obvious.

"Mmm," Adah made a light thoughtful sound as she nodded. "You do have a point there...."

"And I'm jealous and I don't want you paying attention to the shirtless pirates," he said and stuck out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout.

Adah then discovered that admitting it was even more adorable than the denial. She grinned, unable not to, and ducked her head to hide it a little. "Well," she said, "I guess if you're as cold as you make it seem, you can go ahead and put the shirt back on, and I'll try my hardest not to let my mind wander back. I, however, give no guarantees, and I would rather miss the view."

He blushed a little and made no move to put his shirt back on. "Shirtless pirates don't have my hands."

He had no idea why he was competing with shirtless pirates that weren't even real.

"Your hands?" Adah couldn't help laughing a little. "Now that's a new drawing point. But you're right. They actually tend to have hooks, I believe. Probably why they're shirtless so often. It isn't easy putting on a shirt without use of a hand."

She should know, after all.

Since she was being a brat, he decided to go another route. "They don't have my hands...that can do so many fun things."

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