fandomhigh | Library [28.03]

The day's jobs were getting done, but almost wholly on automatic.

You might have to work to get his attention.

It was a good thing Karal had internalised the dewey decimal system. Without that, there would have been some interesting shelving going on.

Karal was making a few repairs to a library book that had come back from loan a bit the worse for wear.

It was your imagination that he just glued his fingers to the desk.

Really.

Edited 2008-03-28 11:25 (UTC)

The library was closed, lunch was eaten, nothing of note happened.

Karal was tidying, the book was curing, and he'd opened one of the windows to help clear out the slightly acrid scent of the glue.

He really wasn't sure what was so 'super' about it.

He also had bandaids on three of his fingers.

*looks shifty*

I totally did not glue my fingers to a desk today while trying to fix the hotglue binding on a report.

Because that would just be silly.

Very silly. Also highly amusing. :)

I actually glued my shoe to the floor today at work while trying to repair an ornament that I dropped while I was shelving stock.

Weird gluing mishaps for the win!

Like clockwork (though he would have been somewhat distressed to hear it call that), Liir slipped into the library with a bag of lunch (http://www.cookingdebauchery.com/cooking_debauchery/2008/03/bbq-shrimp.html) to be enjoyed later by man and Firecat (should he choose to show up). He put the bag on the counter before peering, somewhat worried, over at Karal.

Karal blinked at him for a moment, then smiled. "Good morning, Liir."

"Good morning," he said cheerfully, glad that Karal had noticed. Though after that, he continued to peer.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?"

"I did. I slept very well." In spite of the fact that he'd had a temporarily gremlin-afflicted girlfriend trying to seduce him. "How are you today? And how is Andrew doing?"

He was peering at the bag, very curious about what was for lunch today, because it smelled very nice.

"Andrew is well," he said with a brightening of his smile. He thought about the research he was planning to do today and blushed.

"And I'm well enough. Still a bit vexed over the matter of writing I've yet to do, but otherwise very well enough. I'll soon have work in a kitchen, if I haven't mentioned it before."

He tipped his head to the bag.

"Do tell me what you think of it sometime after, since it was something a bit new that I tried today. Neither you nor Altra have trouble with shrimp, do you?"

"Altra's not here, and I've only had it once before, but it was very nice." He looked up. "Karse is landlocked, and very far away from the ocean. Any sort of seafood is uncommon," he explained. "And congratulations on a new job! I'm sure you'll enjoy it." He was quiet for a moment. "Have you decided what you're going to say to him?"

"Oz is as well, to be honest," which he tended to be when it came to food especially, "and I've never dealt with the things before today, but I liked the recipe and didn't want to change it.

"And I thought you must be quite tired of chicken."

He grinned.

"The Cafe Fina will be taking me on, it seems. I've already told Miss Lulu and she's happy for me and hopefully, I'll be able to get my hours on Wednesday when Andrew's working so we won't be at odds to schedule things."

His head, and his face, fell.

"As for the letter, I don't. Professor Ambrose has asked to handle it for the moment. I'm... I trust him."

Karal nodded, listening. "I think that is a very good idea," he said. "From what Andrew told me, he will be more likely to listen to someone he will consider to be an adult."

"What did Andrew tell you, if you don't mind me asking?"

He winced.

"I didn't want to keep it from him, though I admit I feel terrible he saw that nonsense Shell wrote about him."

He looked up at Karal.

"You know I'd never think anything like that, yes?"

"I know. You're not responsible for the motives that others choose to ascribe to you," he said firmly. "Andrew told me a little about what was said about him and you, and that Shell seemed very...possessive of you. As if he could stake a claim to you." Karal studied him seriously. "I know nothing about the laws in Oz. Would he have any basis to lay claim to you?"

"As both mother and father are unknown in my case, other than the testimony of a goldfish, I'd say any claim would be considered ridiculous," he answered with a shake of his head. "Even Nanny never knew where I came from; no wonder as she came to the Vinkus after we did. Not that anyone would care.

"I'm a street rat in Oz, a crumb on a crumb of a crusty old apple crumble. He's a government official, even if most people seem to be aware he's a bounder."

He breathed out.

"Just another reason for why I won't be going back, I suppose."

He looked at Karal, a little alarmed.

"The people here wouldn't support any claim he made, would they? The school officials or anything?"

"With what you've just said, I don't think so. And there are people here who would argue for you. He would have to prove his claim of a relationship, and I cannot imagine how he could do that, then prove that you were better off with him." Karal frowned. "Forgive me for being cynical, but you have power now. It is known that you have magic, and allies from other worlds, and that makes you valuable to someone like him. I suspect that is why he sent his letter, and I cannot imagine that the school would allow him to take you. Even if they would, there are others who would stop him."

The idea that he was of any value was an alien one to him in all directions. His worth, Karal had told him, was not based on his ability to serve others... and yet no one seemed to have an answer for what it should be based on that satisfied him. That he was a being in his own right, that his Liirness justified himself, didn't settle well with him and he didn't know if it was because he was wrong or because they were being too kind.

And power? Him? Oranges and being able to send himself into fits or, heaven forbid, some other creature should he choose (though it would harm him almost as much)? That was ability, right enough, potential... but who was to say he would fulfill it? He intended to and in truth he didn't think he would be able to stand life with his senses awake and his guards as low as they were at the moment since no place was as kind as this, but something like a Wizard? No. Not him. He couldn't see it. He didn't want to see it as well as it was too much responsibility.

A cook, perhaps. A sous chef or even the chef of a restaurant, that was feasible. The worst he could cause someone then would be indigestion.

The mention of allies from other worlds, though, that was comforting enough. Though not when it came to thinking of Shell conniving to harm any of them. That was what vexed him the most sorely.

"As you say," was his only response, accompanied by a nod. Karal had heard most of it before, after all, and he didn't want to take up his whole morning. He had to be off to work, after all. "As it is, I'll try and put it out of my mind for the moment. There are better things to focus on, yes?"

He wasn't repressing, only dealing with those things he felt he could handle. For one, because he'd determined while cooking the meal to have a good day today. And for two, despite their quarrels, Liir hadn't forgotten all the work Karal had sitting in his room and wished to add no more hassle to him.

"Yes," he agreed with a smile. "There are. Especially if you have placed the problem in the hands of someone you trust."

The only problem being how very much he didn't trust Shell.

"Exactly," he agreed.

"Now, if you're all right," and he gave one last careful look to make sure Karal was "I should probably head off to work. I'll see you at language club?"

"I am, and I will," he promised. "And I'll report back on my lunch."

He nodded.

"Very good. See you soon, I'm sure."

At which point he doffed an invisible cap and trotted his way out the door.

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