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Library [Saturday]

Mac would have been reshelving books today.

That is to say, she would've been, were she not dodging rabid cleaning supplies.

In her opinion, dusters that move on their own are infinitely worse than the dust bunnies that made the mess in the first place.

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"I am." Just slowly. And just a bit hesitantly. It was not as if he had much to speak with people about. Most of his conversations seemed to get awkward for the other person involved.

"Swimming can be enjoyable. Similar to dancing." No, that wasn't a smirk, really.

Ah, yes. He had been wondering when that would be brought up.

"I am certain it can be," He replied, so dry the room might need water now.

"Should try it sometimes." That could refer both to swimming and dancing.

"Perhaps when the weather turns warmer," He said, taking it as the swimming.

Because he didn't dance. It was terribly similar to fighting.

"Don't have to involve killing. Can express different emotions." River was talking about dancing now.

"But how to differentiate when the body follows a movement through?"

"A matter of chosing the initial goal. The purpose of moving."

He nodded vaguely. "And the goal?" For her.

"For dancing? The pleasure of the moment. Leaving past and future behind." She spoke clearly, with no hint of teasing.

Head cocked tot he side just a hair, he considered it. Mind moving quickly and orderly.

Almost mechanical.

"...perhaps."

River smiled a little. "Just a suggestion."

He smiled again, looking away. "Yes, I know. Perhaps I should follow the nice bartender's advice and get a dog."

There was a clear image of Robin in his mind. Just in case River needed clarification as to who he was referring to.

"Pets are good company." River nodded. "I have a tentacled monster."

"Tentacled monster?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "How does one come by such a pet?"

"Found him under the bed," River said, although it had been a little more complicated than that.

Of course it was.

"A good pet?"

"He occasionally eats clothes," River replied.

"I can see where that may be a problem." Said the man still wearing a sort of uniform of nondescript blues as he didn't wish to venture into any stores.

"My former roommate used to give me advice on clothes," River said. "Perhaps someone can help you with that."

He looked down at his clothing. "They are still wearable."

"Might help you in distancing yourself from you former occupation." Here she smirked. "Am uncertain whether a blonde wig suits you though."

"I don't think it suits my skin tone," he deadpanned.

"And what about a dress?"

He looked away, something near a laugh almost escaping his lips. "Not my style, I must admit."

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