fandomhigh | Library [8.02]

Satisfied that there were no pressing library chores to be done, Karal was working on some material for this afternoon's first meeting of the language club.

He might be a little nervous about it.

Evey was beginning to develop something of a routine, and if the absence of material on her shelves this week had brought anything to her mind, it was that she needed to be catching up and quickly. This, naturally, would be her sole purpose for stopping by the library. Really.

"I like small bunnies?" she greeted Karal, smiling slightly. "With sparkly, pink bows?"

"You do?" he asked innocently, beaming at her. "I did not know that. "

"I heard a rumor about it," she said, her smile growing a little more wide. "Somewhere or other."

Evey's smile did odd things to him. Ears pink, he started rearranging his pens. "I can't imagine who'd do something like that."

"Probably someone who's afraid of books," Evey said, nodding gravely.

Karal started to laugh quietly. "That was quite the most ridiculous class I've ever been involved in."

"It's classes like those that make me wonder what Finch was thinking, sending me here to try to help me fit in," Evey said, laughing a little herself. "How are you?"

"I used to wonder the same thing. Not about Finch, though. About Solaris and Vkandis Sunlord. Now I simply accept it, with only occasional boggling." Karal made himself stop babbling. "I'm very well," he said. "Would you like to sit down? I could make you some tea."

"Tea?" Evey raised her brows and felt herself coloring faintly, taking a seat. "If you'd like, but only if it's no trouble."

"Glory, not at all!" He hopped up and went to make tea. "I brought some tea things down from the dorms, so it's simple. It's only tea in a bag, though, which isn't as good as proper tea."

Karal, suprisingly enough, could be a tea snob of the highest order. He busied himself getting two mugs ready, then returned to sit across from her. "It's still nice, though."

"I've never had tea that wasn't in a bag," she said thoughtfully. "I don't think."

Karal stared at her, almost horrified. "Oh, Sunlord, that's simply not right! We must fix that as soon as possible."

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Gavin slipped into the library, hid in an aisle and, from behind the wall of books, started lobbing pieces of balled up paper at Karal.

Just because.

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"Ack!" It was surprise more than anything else.

They got caught in his hair, bounced off his forehead and his back, and then he pulled a book off the shelf and held it over his head. "They do terrible things to people who assault library assistants," he warned, trying not to laugh.

Yes, he had a suspicion who it might be.

"You'd have to prove who was doing it before that could happen," Gavin said, having disguised his voice by lowering it and making it sound rougher. "Can't prove anything!"

And there went more pieces of paper.

"Stop that!" He was laughing too hard to give it much weight and he scooped up a few and tossed them back over the shelf, then attempted to sneak down the aisle, keeping a few in reserve.

It was too bad for Gavin that he had his back to Karal, having not expected the sneaking and was still lobbing paper over the shelf, thinking he was still there.

"Never!"

"Aha!" Karal peered around the end of the shelf, and there was a sudden flurry of paper balls in Gavin's direction. "I know who you are, and rest assured, you'll pay for your transgressions!"

"Oh, kriff," Gavin said, twisting around to face Karal and trying to get off a few more shots while being pelted by paper. "Not fair! I was being sneaky!"

"Glory, does this mean you were out-snuck," he knew it wasn't a word, hush, "by a priest?" he asked, laughing, and was suddenly out of ammunition.

He ducked back, just in case another barrage would be forthcoming.

"No, I was distracted by all these books," he said because that made sense. And books were helpful so he grabbed one to use as a shield. "You just got lucky!"

Karal scooped up more of the balls that were littering the floor and tossed them at Gavin. "No, it's simply that my heart is pure," he said, actually with a straight face, though it wasn't easy.

"Oh man, don't make me laugh," he said, using the book to block several shots but missing several times. "You're not pure, not with that hair!"

"Blasphemy!" He was out of paper balls, and simply grinned at Gavin. "Terrible things happen to those who cast aspersions on the purity of a Sun-priest, too."