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fandomhigh2010-06-22 10:00 am
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Library, Tuesday.
Anemone was unusually subdued today, occasionally wandering off to shelve books, but mostly spending her time at the desk, spinning her discovery of the other day on the counter, or using it to tap out a melody.
Someone had to decide if she was staying the rest of the summer, or heading home. On one hand, hadn't she wanted to return to the Izumo and active duty for the last three years? On the other... working longer couldn't hurt, nor would more experience around humans. Giving her world more time to adjust to the idea of the last Coralian returning home definately couldn't hurt.
She'd punch the first person who insinuated that she was afraid.
Spin, tap. Spin, tap.
The library was open, and the aide was in.
[The OCD ran away from the heat.]
Someone had to decide if she was staying the rest of the summer, or heading home. On one hand, hadn't she wanted to return to the Izumo and active duty for the last three years? On the other... working longer couldn't hurt, nor would more experience around humans. Giving her world more time to adjust to the idea of the last Coralian returning home definately couldn't hurt.
She'd punch the first person who insinuated that she was afraid.
Spin, tap. Spin, tap.
The library was open, and the aide was in.
[The OCD ran away from the heat.]
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"Thanks," she said, tethering the fish to her wrist. "Glad I could help."
"And you," she gave a little tug on the string. "I think your name is Fred. Fred the Fish."