Library [9-9]

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley was getting the hang of this library thing. He'd gathered a stack of books from various shelves around the place and decided to make a game out of it: he'd read them, then return them to their proper locations when he was done. It was going to be a really fun game.

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Re: Talk To Wesley

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I quite agree!" he said emphatically, and just barely managed not to tack on a "Thank you." God. Someone agreed with him, at least. "To withhold that sort of information would just be rude. And counterproductive."

Re: Talk To Wesley

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"And it makes it kind of your fault if they get killed, right?" Quinn said. "I don't get how you could not tell somebody."

Re: Talk To Wesley

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Precisely," Wesley agreed vehemently.

"For instance, last term, Faith, a rather loathsome teacher of mine, was trying to gauge the point in my timeline that I was coming from. She began to ask me if she'd done something to me yet, then ascertained that she had not and refused to elaborate on what that something was. From what I could tell it was something unpleasant, which presumably could be avoided if I knew what it was, but she refused to tell me."

Damn frustrating was what it was, even a month later.

Re: Talk To Wesley

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn wrinkled her nose. "Would she say why?" she asked. "Or was she just kind of enjoying knowing and not telling you?"

Re: Talk To Wesley

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I believe she felt that telling me would be detrimental," he said dryly. "Of course, this made little sense without an explanation."