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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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"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."

Adah? A brat? Never. Unheard of, really.

She bit her lip against more devious grinning. "Hooks could probably do fun things if you got inventive enough," she pointed out.

"Sharp, though," Lee pointed out. "And there's the whole thing where they're not here and I am and I don't have hooks for hands. And I have my shirt off."

"See, you're not putting your shirt on because of the pirates," Adah commented with a light chuckle. "You're leaving it off and suffering the cold so you can win every one of these arguments."

For the record, that was merely an observation, certainly not a complaint.

"Well, let me ask you," he said thoughtfully. "Would you prefer that I keep my shirt off or should I put it back on?"

"That's a stupid question," Adah rolled her eyes slightly. "Off, of course. Even if it does mean you freeze."

"But you seem so intent on getting to see shirtless pirates," he pointed out. "I didn't even think you liked me like this."

"Purely for the sake of argument! Honest! I thrive to be difficult, you know this. And if I seemed apathetic about the shirtless pirates, then you'd have no reason to have taken off your shirt. It's all part of my master plan, and damn you for making me talk this much in nearly one breath, I really hope you're proud of yourself."

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