Library, Tuesday!

[angelo_wings]

Today, Rinoa got her work out of the way quickly so she could return to her delightfully trashy book, which was a collection of some girl's memoirs. Most of the seemed to be about her getting very drunk and having sex with different guys, and some hilarious mishaps that ensued. This book ruled.

She hoped the librarian wouldn't think badly of her for reading something so ... unliterary? Maybe she should grab something classical and hide the other book inside it.

(open-ocd-free!)

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[angelo_wings]

"What kind of pudding?" Rinoa asked. These details happened to be important. "Wait, the name of the bear was I-Carly? And not, like, Carly, and the title was 'I, Carly,' like it's a pronoun and a name? Was the bear eating the pudding or making it? And it doesn't count if you tell me now. You should have called me so I could have seen your grand debut."

Those were the rules. The ones she made up five minutes ago. Don't worry, the rules would change as soon as she felt like it, or forgot about them entirely.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Wellllll, unfortunately I was a dog so there really wasn't a place to have a cell phone on me," Jack said with a grin. "But next time? Totally calling you. I swear."

[angelo_wings]

"Okay," Rinoa said, magnanimously. "You're forgiven. I guess dogs really couldn't dial, anyway. Paws would hit way too many buttons."

Do not try to understand Rinoa-logic, Jack. Just don't.