Library; Monday [ 09/21 ]

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Not long after Cal had come in to open the library, clutching a mug of sugar-infused coffee, did he settled behind the desk, duck his head slightly, and note how only a little bit of hair fell forward, barely even in his eyes. It was a far cry from the cascade that would tumble down and make a little cavern, and he blew air upwards, making them fly a short distance before settling back. And then there was his nose, which he kept gingerly poking at despite how much it hurt. Maybe because it hurt. It was kind of a cool sort of pain, and feeling it made him feel bad ass or something.

Either way, between the hair and the nose, Cal wasn't very likely to get any work done today.