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Library, Sunday All Day

"Hey, Kid A!"

"No, Quentin."

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I'm pretty sure I can guess."

"Hmm... Nope, you definitely can't."

"Get out of my head, Quentin."

"We'll see. Anyway, while you're here at the library making cozy with the books, you should let me borrow your dog. I can take him to the brunch, let him get some exercise and fresh air..."

"I'm not letting you use Ozzy just so that you can pick up girls, Quentin."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Dammit, Kid A. You really are shaping up to be pretty evil."

Evan was pretty sure that this was going to be his supervillain origin story.

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... And possibly Quentin, depending on how quickly Evan cracks and lets him borrow his dog.

Eventually, Constantine poked his head out of his office to peer suspiciously at Evan's friend. "Oi, pink-kid. Either get to work, check something out, or get out. Loitering with Intent to Annoy gets people fed to the Special Collections."

Quentin needed to take a moment to peer suspiciously right back at Constantine over the top of his glasses.

"So you're the establishment around here, huh? Don't worry too much, there. I'll be out of Kid A's hair as soon as he tells me where to find the squeaky pork chop."

Evan was never telling.

Constantine snorted. "Fuck the establishment, son. I'm their worst nightmare - a bloke with books."

Potentially demonic books, but books.

"Yeah? And what are you and those books doing that the establishment hates so much?"

Quentin could find out fairly easily, he figured. But hey, there was a school faculty member in here swearing. He kind of found himself liking the guy already.

"Providing knowledge instead of a syllabus," he answered cheerfully. "And a good place to hide the bodies."

"Ooooh. Is that why this kid hasn't been called out as a supervillain, yet? He's got the faculty here hiding the evidence for him?"

At Evan's strangled protest, Quentin added, "Good little actor, isn't he?"

"For Ev? Nah, he's a good kid. Most of the bodies are Sho's." Going to Hell, Constantine, going to Hell. Again.

"Sho, huh?" Quire looked at Evan thoughtfully... and then burst out into a fit of laughter. "The girlfriend! The cute little freckled girlfriend!"

"Shut up, Quentin!"

"Kid A picked up a Kid S!"

Quentin used his telepathy for the forces of good, as you could tell.

"Riiiiight, I don't know what you're on about, but if you keep annoying my aide, I'll give the books permission to chew you up and spit you out faster than I can light a fag," he said pleasantly. "So behave."

"Yeah, yeah. The books are terrifying, the island's weird, I know, I got the memo," Quentin replied, rolling his eyes and making his way for the door. "Doesn't matter anyhow. I figured out where he keeps the dog toys. Don't you two strain anything taking care of these books while I'm out impressing the ladies, hmm?"

Such. An. Ass.

And once he was gone, the expression on Evan's face said he thought as much, loud and clear.

Sholeh hadn't seen Evan all weekend--not since Thursday and the extended bout of kissing that had taken place. Zeela had pretty much claimed the body for the weekend.

"Hullo?" Sholeh said, poking her head in. "Anyone here?"

"No! Nobody here, you want to turn and-"

"And come in and say hello! I've heard so much abou-"

"YOU DON'T WANT TO BE HERE UNTIL HE GOES I PROMISE."

Yeah, it had been that sort of weekend. Evan was flailing at the desk, reaching to try to catch Quentin before he could go and make his acquaintance to his girlfriend.

Sholeh paused, confused. "Evan?" she called. "Is everything all right?"

It sounded like someone was there with him. Perhaps another student that was hiding from their visiting family?

"Would you rather I left? I could come back another time if it's convenient." There was another, longer pause. "This isn't another time I should have called, is it?"

If so, that would be very weird.

"No," Evan replied, burying his face in his hand as Quire wormed out of his grip and sauntered toward the door. "I don't actually think calling first would have helped anything."

Then Quire would have been given time to prepare.

Sholeh continued to make her way into the library, holding a few books to her chest. "I--oh, hello," she said, blinking at the pink-haired boy making his way towards her. "Err, are you friends with Evan?"

"We went to the same school," Quentin replied easily, sizing Sholeh up - both with his eyes and with his mind, yes. Well. Weren't they the interesting ladies, there? "And you're the cute girlfriend I've heard so much about, hm? You're the first thing on his mind nine times out of ten."

"I--Oh." Sholeh blinked--and then blushed deeply. "I don't--I mean, I am his--I am?"

She was cute? She was usually on his mind? Was it all the kissing from Thursday? Because that had been on her mind a lot, too.

=Yes, yes it is. Constantly. And it wouldn't be so bad if we couldn't hear it.=

"And you are...?"

Awww. She was all flustered. Evan really had somehow managed to get himself a cute one.

"Quentin Quire," he introduced, smirking and putting his hands on his hips. "You've probably heard of me."

She had. And never, ever in a good light.

Now, little did anyone know, Sholeh had a temper. It took a lot to get to the edge of it and even more to snap it in two, but all of Evan's stories of one Quentin Quire had managed to do just that. Well, that and the cocksure grin Quire was wearing when he introduced himself.

The noise of her palm connecting with his cheek practically echoed through the library. It managed to even take Sholeh by surprise, leaving her staring at her reddening hand, flabbergasted.

But proud of herself, too.

*Sholeh! What were you thinking?!*

=Yeah, Sho. Next time, close your fist. Makes a better impact.=

"Oh, come on, don't encourage her," Quentin grumbled at the third voice he was hearing, even as he lifted a hand to rub at the red welt on his cheek. "But seriously, what the hell? You frequently slap people you don't even know, Freckles?"

Yes. Yes, that was his name for her now specifically because he knew she wouldn't like it. What of it?

At that moment, the Tryad was still too flabbergasted to notice Quire's comment.

"Ohmigosh, I'm so sorry!" Sholeh gasped, holding the offending hand up to her mouth. "I don't know what--did you just call me Freckles?!"

Her apology, which was more automatic than genuine, lost even more steam at that.

"You wanna go around slapping people, you're going to have to cope with whatever nickname you get for it," Quire replied, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow. "It's the next best thing to hitting back."

Which wasn't to say he was above physical violence, especially when it was visited upon him first. But it was probably a good idea to not start a slap-fight with Kid A's little squeeze.

Especially since Kid A's little squeeze had a big sister who would only be too happy to kick Kid O's little ass.

"I wouldn't have slapped you if you didn't deserve it!" Sholeh snapped, folding her arms over her chest. "I'm actually not sorry! You're a mean and nasty jerk and you ought to be ashamed of the way you treat people!"

Zeela was snickering. =Yeah, you tell him, Sholeh Schoolmarm.=

Zeela's snickering was a little contagious. Even Quentin was having difficulty not smirking, again.

"Yeah, I'm all kinds of ashamed, really. I could have blocked that slap like eight different ways before you even got your hand up, and I didn't. I must be losing my touch."

Or he didn't think she was going to manage much damage. Which she hadn't.

"You gonna hit me again if I'm not all that heartbroken over how nasty I am?"

"No," Sholeh admitted. "Why would you listen to me? You don't even know me. And I don't know much about you, except that you like hurting other people's feelings. I wouldn't expect you to change that just because you met someone else who thought you were cruel for it."

She shrugged and tried to step around him. "You can laugh at me and call me Freckles, if you like. If you're picking on me, you're leaving Evan alone."

*Aww, Sholeh,* Zhahar said softly. *Sometimes you really are the best of us.*

"Yeah," Quentin scoffed, shaking his head. "That's really noble of her. You all must be super proud."

He gave his cheek one more rub for good measure, and then rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.

"I'm gonna have to be the one to point out here that the name came after you hit me, and I'm not the one who was laughing, right? But, you know what? I don't actually care that much. So I'm gonna just go find your little boyfriend's dog and take him for that walk, because I'm sure he's been cooped up all week through that pollen, and I'll leave you to go, I don't know, talk about what a bully I am while you both resume being too repressed to hold hands."

She was more than welcome to step around him, since he was sidestepping in order to get around her.

"Catch you ladies around, hm?"

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