Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was exploring new genres today in the library, and had decided to give true crime a whirl.

The stories were engrossing, but a bit unnerving, especially since people seemed eager to kill their own family members at an alarming rate. She hadn't made up her mind about the books just yet.

The library was open, and Rinoa would be more than happy to help you.

(open/ocd-free)

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[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

After trying not to die, Jack decided a visit to his older sib was in order. Since he came directly from class, he was still covered in wool.

"For the record? Stubborn horses, sheep shearing and my roommate turning into clay was not in the brochure," Jack said pulling some wool off his shirt. "Who's on the school board here? Satan?"

[angelo_wings]

She tilted her head at him, frowning as she took in his new look.

"You were a sheep?" she asked.

Look, it seemed like a logical first question.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Turn into a... No!" Jack exclaimed. "What? No. I had to shear a sheep. As in plural. As in over a hundred. And my roommate was clay all weekend and before that I turned into a guy with a mullet who had a weird thing for fixing everything with a swiss army knife and bubblegum!"

There might have been some arm flailing here and there.

[angelo_wings]

"Okay," Rinoa said, evaluating that. "I told you this place was weird."

This was what Jack got for having a bratty big sib. An I-told-you-so right out front.

"Isn't that what people do to sheep? They shear them?" she asked. That part sounded normal. "Why was your roommate clay? I mean, was he himself, but clay-shaped, or was he liked some kind of pottery? I spent a weekend as a total bitchy snob who was mean to all of my friends. I need to suck up to my roommate. She was awful."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"See? Look at you!" Jack said throwing his arms up in the air. "You're acting as if this is all normal! Who shears sheep in a high school class? I should be falling asleep in class while some teacher drones on about algebra, Spanish or James Thurber!"