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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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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."

"I am," he said, smiling broadly. "I like listening to you talk. So, your grand plan was to get me to take off my shirt. You could've just asked."

If she were more physically able, Adah might feel inclined to strangle the Eel ~~not a euphemism, omg~~. If she were more physically able and if she wasn't as amused as she was, practically glowing with her grinning. "I...honestly don't think," she laughed, "I realized that was my grand plan, really. My genius was hidden even from me."

"I guess so," he said, flicking his shirt at her again. "I know your game now. You just wanted me to take my shirt off and you concocted an elaborate plan that would knock me off guard and have me wanting to take off my shirt to prove something."

"Still don't see you putting it back on," Adah countered, and ha! This time she was able to catch the tail of the shirt before it retreat back, and her grin grew wider with accomplishment.

"Are you going to steal my shirt?" Lee asked, tugging lightly but not enough to tug it back.

"I don't think it would fit me," Adah responded, tugging in response, light because she couldn't exactly tug very hard. But she did have thoughts in her head of somehow finding the strength to pull him closer, into her, turning pink at the idea. And she also got thoughts of managing to steal the shirt, of doing ridiculous things that girls did like wearing it to bed because it carried his scent, and that turned the pink promptly into red. And caused another tug. "But it would ensure that you don't put it back on. And that you stop flicking me with it."

She oh-so-innocently batted her eyes at him. She'd flagellate herself later for that.

He grinned at the blush, at the tugging and took a step forward, letting the shirt slip a little from his grasp. "It's a comfortable shirt. All soft and worn. I've broken it in."

If it weren't for the fact that Adah knew the Eel couldn't read minds...She drew in a breath, feeling the blush spreading; if he was cold, then he probably wouldn't be, because her cheeks were on fire enough to keep him warm from there. Thoughts of malaria started to filter through her head, knowing entirely where Leah was coming from in her mistaking the disease for lasciviousness.

He didn't tug back, she noticed, which halted her a moment as she tried to read what that meant.

And then promptly gave another tug of her own.

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