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Library; Monday [ 09/08 ]

Blissfully oblivious of any misinformation that the weekends radio reports may have given, Cal came into the library, in a good mood although it was still early and he hadn't gotten through a lot of his coffee. He'd gotten back in the rhythm of his workout, he hadn't even smoked in probably about a week, and he might even...

...well, that last part he wouldn't think about. He didn't want to spoil the good wave he was riding on at the moment with thoughts that would eventually turn to self-doubt. After finding a book that looked pretty good about the legendary Greek battles, he sat behind the desk, stuck his tongue out at the computer, and then kicked up his feet on the desk to enjoy his read.

[[ slow ocd ~~ahoy~~ is here! And, yes, kitten!books! ]]

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"Failed murderousness has it's own cuteness, yes," Wendy agreed, signing the slip of paper. "Thanks, Mr...?"

"Stephanides," he supplied. "Cal Stephanides. It kind of lacks the alliterative grace of your name."

"But at the same time, no one's going to give you a nickname based on that alliteration," Wendy replied, just as the folios turned into a veritable litter of brightly coloured, painted-blotched, kittens. "Okay, wasn't expecting that."

"What sort of--" But Cal's question was cut off by the appearance of more kittens and he took a moment to scratch behind his ear. "Okay, so it wasn't just me," he said, and nodded toward Achilles. "He started out a a book on Greco-Roman warfare."

"And now I'm glad I didn't choose any cubists," Wendy replied, reaching out to scratch the nearest kitten behind the ears. "Or a Van Gogh for that matter."

Cal couldn't help laughing. "Picasso!" he said. "Poor thing would have an eye drooping off the side of his face!"

If it weren't for the fact that he had no idea how the kittens might go back to books, he might have considered going and checking out a Picasso book once Wendy left just to see that.

Wendy snorted, picking up kitten so covered in paint you couldn't tell what its original colour was. "I'm pretty sure this guy was the Pollock."

"If he wasn't a book just a few seconds ago," Cal said, chuckling still, "I'd almost feel sorry for the guy. He is cute, though. I like I like Pollock on cats better than Pollock on canvas, to be honest."

"He is something of an acquired taste," Wendy admitted, trying to figure out which kitten was which folio. "Definitely puts the abstract in abstract expressionist."

"The next great thing in modern art," Cal agreed, picturing it in his head. "The animal rights activist hippies'll have a field day!"

Oh, yeah, Lacey was never, ever, finding out about this. "Animals aren't art," Wendy said, grinning. "Use brushes, not kittens!"

"It'll be like the whole thing with violins all over again, only cat fur instead of cat gut."

"Tell me about it," Wendy said. "Although maybe if you used fooddye or something, they might listen to you."

Cal shook his head. "I'm totally remembering this in case I find myself in a desperate situation and need something, anything, to garner some attention."

"Pretty sure something like this'll get you more than enough."

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