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fandomhigh2009-03-09 08:54 am
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Library; Monday [ 03/09 ].
It was a Monday morning after DST, so Cal was understandably a little groggy as he shuffled into the library, clinging to his cup of sugar with some coffee and cream. It might not have been so understandable how he was groggy enough that he didn't even notice the palm trees. Or the faint salty sea breeze air. Or anything really (he at least recognized that something was kind of nice), as he sat down and settled to the task of waking the hell up.
It was shortly after that moment that he heard the little clacking sound. And a scuttling. Cal frowned, uncertain as to whether or not he wanted to figure out what it was. Then a scurrying in the corner of his eyes caused him to turn her head, but whatever it was, he missed it. Wait! There it was again! Cal missed it once more, but the third time, he caught it, just before it disappeared behind a shelf.
Then he let out a groan.
Great, just great.
He had crabs.
It was shortly after that moment that he heard the little clacking sound. And a scuttling. Cal frowned, uncertain as to whether or not he wanted to figure out what it was. Then a scurrying in the corner of his eyes caused him to turn her head, but whatever it was, he missed it. Wait! There it was again! Cal missed it once more, but the third time, he caught it, just before it disappeared behind a shelf.
Then he let out a groan.
Great, just great.
He had crabs.
Re: OOC -- 03/09.