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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[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!"