Library, Friday

[selfhelphero]

Technically, Billy was in the library, ready to help anyone who needed help or check out any books that were just dying to go home with someone (metaphorically dying--literally dying books would probably be confiscated). But anyone who needed him would have to find him under the blanket pile on the chair at the front desk.

Seriously, what was the point in being a super awesome magic user if you couldn't magic a head cold away?

[The OCD is hiding and freezing its butt off.]

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[dollpocalypse]

"'P.S., yes, I do have the unlimited warranty,'" Topher chimed in. "Aww. Sorry your special skills don't come with a manual." He leaned in as if he was going to give Billy a kiss, then thought better of it (germs!) and patted Billy gingerly on the head instead.

Close enough.