The Library - Jan. 11th

[theorangeook.livejournal.com]

Climbing down from his hammock early this morning, the Librarian opens the library for the morning and sits as best he can on a chair behind the circulation desk. He peeling a banana carefully with his feet while keeping a close, supicious eye on the library and, particularly, the books.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker pouted. "It's *not*. Really!" Her lips twitched. "Not even the part where I broke his roomie's brain by insisting I stay the night in his room."

[chasingangela]

And that is entirely too much for Angela as she doubles over into choked giggles.

"Who's the roomie?" she manages, when she comes up for air. "I mean, poor Parker. Poor Broots. But-" she shakes her head, attempting to fight off anoother bout of giggles. "Sorry!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker rolled her eyes, and gave in to the impulse to smirk. "Laugh it up. I'm just glad the audience was limited. And I owe Krycek for not letting us wander off in our demented states." She nodded over to where Blair was talking to Ms. Sidle. "That's him. Blair Sandburg. And the scary thing? He's bouncing like that *without* caffiene."

[chasingangela]

"I met Blair over the weekend. He's a total sweetheart." Angela glances at him. "A little weird, yeah, but sweet."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"He offered to hug me," Parker said with distaste. "But he was actually pretty decent the following morning. Didn't make any of the obvious teenage male jokes. Thank god. Broots would've hated it if I'd killed his roommate his first day here."