Library -- Tuesday

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

The fog was creepy. Creeeeeeeep~y, and every Coralian sense that Anemone had was hissing and spitting and standing on end; it wasn't natural, it wasn't right, and it grated like nails against a chalk board on her skin.

Still, the library was open, coffee on and Anemone pacing the aisles, something slightly... off, in her eyes. The library aide was in... you just might not be talking to the one that's usually on-duty on Tuesdays. At least, not completely.

[The OCD is in the House!]

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Re: The Library

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine put a finger to her lips. "Shhhh. He'll get a complex. We don't say the R-word around him."

Francine, when Arthur says trying to be clever doesn't suit you, it's not only true, it's especially true around aliens.

Re: The Library

[she-sheds.livejournal.com]

It was a special look that Joolushko was giving Francine right now. A look of 'riiiight, I'll just be over here. Which is far away from there.' "I see."

Re: The Library

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, he's kind of a traumatized r-word baby," Francine explained. Francine should stop explaining. "His mom tried to eat him."

Re: The Library

[she-sheds.livejournal.com]

This was exactly why Joolushko didn't socialize. Humans were all quite mad.

"And you saved him?"
Asking a followup question was a mistake, but Joolushko had been taught it was wise to humor mad people.

Re: The Library

[thatsamilkshake]

Well, his mom was the maddest of the bunch, and she wasn't human. So there.

"His dad did. I'm just babysitting." Probably forever, yes. Shut up.