Library, Sunday

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

Being himself this week meant Lee was a lot less rambunctious and a lot more calm during his library shift. He was still a little agitated for the fact that he'd lost something important but he wasn't taking that agitation out on the books or by running up and down the aisles.

No, later, he'd just punch a wall or something.

For now, he was paging through a catalog he'd requested on a whim, checking out a few different things and wondering if he could make it work. It was a complete whim and he still had no idea what he wanted to do after graduation but things were becoming a little clearer, at least.

And the catalog had pictures, if anything.

Comments

Re: Morning

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"There is a certain....poetry to it," Cal had to admit. "A messed up poetry, but still. Very Poe. I now feel validated in my earlier comparison."

Re: Morning

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"She's into poetry so, yeah, that'd make sense," he replied with a nod. "Poe's a big one for her. And, again, the freakout factor."

Re: Morning

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal was utterly unsurprised. He shook his head, and could only say it again.

"That's messed up, man."

Granted, he had a freakout factor for any girl he ever dated, but he fully acknowledged that it was very messed up.