Library, Tuesday, 8/17

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Henry arrived at the library in a foul mood. He'd gotten back into town the night before and found out he couldn't sleep through the racket the singing bugs were making in his apartment. Then he got to work and found a cheerful, polite message from Rinoa indicating she had gone out of town herself, which meant he had to make his own coffee and sort his own mail. From the looks of things, it had been a couple days since anybody bothered.

He grumbled as he set to work. Really, wasn't the fruitless week he'd just spent in the hospital enough punishment?