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Library [Sunday, December 23]

With classes over, there's not much left for Lee to do except spin around in his chair, read the same page over and over again due to distraction and try to figure out what he was going to do with all the free time coming up. Definitely not going home. That'd just be a disaster. Maybe he'd just sleep. And sleep some more.

The library was open.

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"Maybe it's a good thing I'll be gone for a week," Adah said, after a small moment of staring at the response she'd just talked herself into thinking wouldn't happen, "because then you'll have no shirts left at this rate."

She was still deciding, though, on both offers. Neither one of them really matched up with how she told herself she was going to handle this, but, then again, how she told herself she was going to handle this was not exactly lining up with what she'd like.

"I'd have no problem walking around shirtless if I knew you had my shirts," he said, smiling at her. "Also, I have a lot of shirts. And if you like my shirts, I'd give them to you every day."

Adah narrowed her eyes skeptically at the Eel as she tried to ignore the fact that she was blushing in her failed attempts to forget about the fact that the stolen shirt already in her possession was stowed away in the suitcase already. "That's a lot of shirts," she pointed out. "Why would anyone have that many shirts, anyway, unless they intended to give them often all along?"

Yes, she was a stubborn person, and stubborn people had stubborn emotions. She had been set on being brooding after this and decided to try to cling to it in defiance of the fact that it was sharply turning the other way. It was easier to be disappointed than it was to be happy, after all; that was what she was used to.

"Who's to say that I didn't go buy a lot of shirts after I met you in the hopes that you'd take them away from me after convincing me to get half naked in a public place?" he teased lightly.

"Did you?" Adah asked, skeptical eyebrow quirked, as well as her grin.

"I guess you'll never know if that's true or not," he said coyly.

Adah sighed, shaking her head. "I suppose another experiment in the works, then," she bemoaned lightly with no small amount of exaggeration. "Either that, or look into hiring one of the many ninjas attending this school to break into your room and investigate. Luckily, I have no money, so I suppose I'll just have to continue taking the shirt off your back."

"If you really wanted to see what's in my room, I'd just let you in," he said and grinned. And, just because of that last line, he stepped back and very nearly pulled his shirt off before dropping it back down and back into place.

"Tease," Adah accused, and looped her fingers around the handle of her suitcase. "I could just leave right now, you know. That would give me time to stop by the Perk for some tea on my way out."

"I could follow you," he pointed out. "And just take my shirt off in the Perk."

"You," Adah countered, "should stay here. I'm already a bad enough influence on your ability to be a proper library aide without leading you astray like a pied piper of half-nudity. If you follow me, I'll ignore you. Shirtlessness or no."

Note that she wasn't moving anywhere; she didn't trust herself to actually go through with that bluff.

"You'd ignore me if I followed you?" He frowned, trying to look adorable. "What if, while you were ignoring me, I kissed you? Just on the cheek. Or on the hand."

Then Adah would probably end up missing her train.

"Ignore you," she lied with a confident lift of her shoulder. "I'm very stubborn, you know, and can do anything if I set my mind to it."

"I...don't think you could," he challenged with a quirk of his mouth. "I'm very distracting when I want to be."

"I've beaten paralysis and a dead brain," Adah reminded him, with a tilt of her head, to see if he really wanted to challenge whether he was stronger than those. Which, really, he was. Because paralysis and a dead brain didn't have nice arms and an adorable smile.

"But, if you ignore me, then it'll be a week before you see me again and you'll just be wondering what you missed while you were ignoring me," he said, smiling again.

"Or," Adah offered, "I could end up supplying my own thoughts on what you might have been doing which could turn out much better than the reality of it."

"Like...a fantasy?" he asked, smirking and leaning closer to her. "Got a good imagination?"

"You are just..." Adah drew in a breath, trying to seem indignant with a blushingly amused expression on her face, "...absolutely intent on making me miss that train, aren't you?"

"Me?" He tried to look innocent. "You're the one who thinks about me and how I might make you miss your train. Is my shirt off?"

"At the moment?" Adah asked, tilting her head and giving him a warning look that suggested that she didn't approve of the situation. "No."

In her head? Admittedly? By the pink her cheeks, a lot more than just his shirt, and it was entirely his fault. It was, however, making a swift job out of making up for Wednesday.

"Awww." He pouted at her, lower lip stuck out dramatically. "Wanna know what you're doing in my thoughts?"

Eyes widening a little in speculation as she laugh, Adah asked, "I don't know; do I? You tell me."

"It's good," he teased, tapping his chin. "Something I like."

"Something I like, as well?" Adah asked, allowing herself to look intrigued and, not so easily controlled, leaning forward a little. "Or is this a completely selfish imagining?"

"You like it too," he said. "It involves...a bed and some books and a rainy day and blankets."

"Say no more," Adah said, her grin impossible to contain. "I think I like your imagination."

"It serves me well," he said and smiled back. "Keep me company while you're gone for a week."

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