fandomhigh | Library; Wednesday [ 03/26 ]

Perhaps it was just the uncertainty of the bunny situation that had Adah leaning on good old standards of procedures, like stacking books according to where she'd put them. Or maybe she just didn't have anything else to do and, at the root of things, this was a terribly boring job.

Edited 2008-03-26 11:25 (UTC)

The books were stacked and ready to be shelved, but Adah decided that she really didn't want to get up today. So, there they stayed, and Adah just quietly did some reading instead limping around with the cart as usual.

Adah was just about nearly finished with reading the book backwards; she had to admit, she was pretty intrigued to see how it would read the proper way once she finished it the Adah way.

Edited 2008-03-26 11:27 (UTC)

Romeo's stride hesitated momentarily when he noticed who was working, but he plunged onward toward the desk.

Adah hadn't laughed at him too much, lately, and his quest would be worth it even if she had.

"Good morrow," he said, leaning against the counter. "Have you language books, the kind that come with CDs so a poor student doesn't make a hash of the pronunciation?"

Adah loved when that moment of hesitation happened; she knew to watch for it when someone came in, so she almost always caught it, and she smirked a little as Romeo approached. She listened for the request and give a nod her head before it tilted slightly to the side, her eyes questioning, as to wondering which language he was interested in picking up.

"Which tongue? Japanese," Romeo said, ignoring the smirk he had expected. "I should like to be able to say more than 'hello' and 'cool.' It seems only fair to Dojima."

Adah took a moment to give a slightly scorned look toward the computer; she knew she could just enter it in and get an exact answer, but, really, it was unnecessary. She'd been to that section of the library enough that she could probably lead Romeo there blindfolded.

Of course, though, she couldn't make it that easy. She told Romeo exactly where he could find what he was looking for, with directions, even, on how to navigate the shelves to find it.

But she told him in neat, precise Japanese.

Which would be why Romeo was just standing there, staring at Adah, assuming some part of what she had said was an answer, though one he could not decode.

Recovering slightly, he decided to Verona in her direction. She'd understand him, but if nothing else he'd amuse himself with it. In a teasing tone, he returned, "Thou art a minx, a minx most wretched, to hear my plea and comprehend it but give thine thoughts voice only in a way such that I must linger here still, and ask again. Doest thou always abuse power so, or doest thou merely believe thyself in greater need of company than I am of my books? I've no classes today, the clock is as much my friend as thine."

Adah didn't think she'd ever gotten minx before; she felt rather nicely accomplished, and her face showed it, listening to Romeo jaw on, giving a pause at the end of empty space, in case he wasn't finished or perhaps just for dramatics.

"Definitely the former of those two," she assured him with a smirk, and, after a light roll of her eyes, repeated the directions for him again, this time in English.

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There's at least half of Adah's sandwich that she knew was probably going to go uneaten, perhaps offered to the Librarian or other aides, since they're the only ones the place is open to during this time apparently.

More reading? Who'd have figured. It was kind of incredible how quickly one could breeze through a book when they had little else occupying their time.

Adah stopped reading occasional this time to jot something down in a notebook. She'd started reading The Blind Assassin forwards now, and was trying to map out all the details of the world that the male character was telling the female one about. There were a lot of really good ideas in that; she was especially fond about the whole bit of cutting out the tongues of the virginal sacrifices so that they didn't scream too much in an undignified manner.

A tired Karal with a very awake and lively Edgar came into the library just before it closed. Her fingers were wrapped around a hunk of his hair - still attached, this time - but he just twisted his head so it wouldn't pull quite so much. "Good afternoon, Adah. As promised, one small and grabby-handed fake child."

Adah greeted Karal back with a nod of her head, offering Edgar a small smile at her clear, thorough work of wearing him down and thinking that, perhaps, if she'd done so well, then, soon, she'd be too tired to be too difficult for her. She lifted her chin, making a clear attempt to inspect what parts of Karal's hair wasn't currently being held to jokingly (or perhaps a little sincerely) check how much was still there.

He chuckled, tilting his head more so she could see he wasn't yet bald. "It is all still mostly intact," he assured her. "And Edgar does very well." He moved to stand near her, offering the child, with a faintly curious expression on his face. "May I ask you a question?"

Adah cleared off an area of the desk, making it free of books and nicely Edgar-sized, and patted the surface with her hand, to indicate that Karal should just set her there for now; in a moment, after he'd left, he'd get the carrying sling from her bag and take it from there, but, at the moment, she wasn't exactly able to take her directly.

As for the question, technically speaking, he already had, and there was nothing stopping him from asking, exactly, now, was there? So it was a waste of a question if you got right down to it. She considered just being a pest and shaking her head no just to see how Karal would react, but she imagined a stammered apology and taking his leave, which would just leave her itching with curiosity over what she'd missed. She looked at him, then, and tilted her head, waiting for the question.

"Why Edgar?" he asked as he set her down, carefully untangling his hair from her determined grip. When she went to grab it again, he wiggled his fingers in front of her face and she latched onto those instead. "It seems an unusual choice for a girl's name."

Adah smiled; it was a good question. Of course, she'd have expected a good question from Karal, for the most part, and, by way of answer, while she still could since the droid's attention was still on her fake father, she slid her notebook on the desk close enough to write something down, and then carefully tore the section of page where she'd scribbled out from the notebook.

It consisted of very specific directions to a certain shelf in the library, right down to how many shelves up from the bottom and approximately how many books over to the beginning of the section of Edgar Allen Poe's work. She figured, if Karal really wanted to know, he'd be better off finding out himself rather than having her just telling him, handing the directions over with a smirk.

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