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Library, Wednesday
Wednesday, December 21st, 2016 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
era_two_triangleIt was becoming more and more probable that, without classes to head off to, Peridot's entire life was going to consist mostly of work, and other more different work. And she was okay with that. She'd been made for work, after all.
... It helped that both the library and Stark's were practically like a playground to her. At Stark's she could make things go, and here at the library, she could-- well, she would be able to read and learn anything her little hard-light projected not-actually-in-there heart desired. Would.
Just as soon as her little pack of gremlin minions of old let her through the door.
"Why do you keep singing!?"
One of them approached her meekly and offered her his songbook, making little gremlinny warbles of encouragement.
So today at the library guests would be greeted by four caroling gremlins and their Gremlin Queen, who only occasionally interrupted the singing to ask things like what a 'herald angel' was supposed to be.
... It helped that both the library and Stark's were practically like a playground to her. At Stark's she could make things go, and here at the library, she could-- well, she would be able to read and learn anything her little hard-light projected not-actually-in-there heart desired. Would.
Just as soon as her little pack of gremlin minions of old let her through the door.
"Why do you keep singing!?"
One of them approached her meekly and offered her his songbook, making little gremlinny warbles of encouragement.
So today at the library guests would be greeted by four caroling gremlins and their Gremlin Queen, who only occasionally interrupted the singing to ask things like what a 'herald angel' was supposed to be.