Library, Thursday

[genesishero]

Evan really wasn't certain what to make of the library, today. He'd walked in, and, thinking that maybe he was going to actually get work done, had been met with a stack of cookbooks on the desk to be shelved. And so, naturally, he'd shelved them! Only to come back to his desk to find that there were more, all opened to pages about homemade candies. He did the requisite glance around to be certain there wasn't somebody looking for photocopies or something, and then looked down at the book, eyebrow raised, and set about shelving them all over again.

And again.

And again.

By around noon, he had given up and was looking through the recipes. There was one for salt water taffy that had caught his interest, mostly because it was the one candy in the book that he had a distinct, stretchy-limbed advantage with while making it.

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Re: Talk to Evan

[genesishero]

"There's nothing I can do that isn't dangerous for someone like me, Karina." He was pulling himself to his feet again, finally, but he couldn't quite look up even then. "But I appreciate that you don't want anybody to get hurt. It's... a nice thought."

He nodded down at the newspapers.

"Any other day of the week should be okay for you to visit to check these out," he added, soldiering determinedly on. "I think I'm about as weird as the library staff gets at a glance, so you won't have any more troubles on days that aren't Thursday."

Re: Talk to Evan

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

She hesitated and thought about pointing out that it wasn't his weirdness that was the problem but the lack of care that he acted with.

But that would just make things worse and, truthfully, Karina just wanted to get out of the library more than anything else.

"Fine," she said softly. "That's clear enough."

For both of them.

Re: Talk to Evan

[genesishero]

"Great," Evan muttered, taking a few steps back himself, and then starting off toward the desk. "I suppose it is."

He thought he'd been homesick over Christmas. Apparently that was nothing compared to being yelled at for being... well... comfortable with what he was.