Library [07/25]

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Rory opened the library, and positioned herself behind the desk with the fan and a book.

[Apologies on the late posting. Am battling the flu - if responses are slow, it's because I fell asleep.]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

After class, John, feeling a little risky, sneaks into the library. He's carrying a rather large bag. He heads straight back to a section that's hidden from the front desk.

Once hidden, he starts digging things out of his bag. Some books, a small pillow, cereal boxes etc. And he starts building a fort.

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Rory watched John disappear into the back, and, not thinking anything of it, just kept reading.

Silly girl.

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He grabs a few chairs from around the library, always trying to play it cool if he came in sight of the desk before dragging the chairs back like they were precious gold and he was a miner.

Those go up as sort of a fortifying wall. And he's even got a flag. That goes in one of the cereal boxes which, unfortunately, is full and spreads Cheerios on the floor.

Oops.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, she heard that, but it was too hot to move.

"Everything okay?" she called.

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Oh no! John seizes and checks to make sure Rory isn't actually coming back. When he's satisfied she isn't, he makes up an excuse.

"Fine, fine. I'm reading..." He picks up the first book he can and reads the title, "...The Fountain!"

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"...okay," Rory replied. "You know you're allowed to check it out, right?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

He's taken the time since he answered and her subsequent reply to stack books around his cereal boxes and pillows.

Also, there's a pair of his boxers at the forefront of the fort. THEY ARE CLEAN. They're just there for color.

"Sure sure," he replies distractedly. "In a minute. I'm looking for something else."

Yeah, like the two dictionaries he just came upon. Hello columns of power!

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"Can I help you find anything?" she asked.

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"NO!" John shouts. And then remembering this is a library, he shushes himself.

"No, I'm fine. Done in a minute." Yeah, right. Once he has the fort built high enough off the ground, John reaches into his bag and pulls out a quilt from his room.

He drapes it over the top of the fort and now he's got a ceiling!

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"...is everything okay?" she asked, starting to get up.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Fiiiiiiiiine," he sing songs, climbing under the quilt. "I'm just really into my reading. Go reading go!"

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"...why do you sound muffled?" Rory asked, heading towards where his voice was coming from.

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"Your ears must be clogged with fluid," John says, rapdily making stuff up. "You should get that checked. I sound fine!"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

That would be when Rory reached him.

"...what are you doing?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John, who is under the quilt, tries to be very quiet in hopes that she'll think he's fled.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory peeked under the quilt. "Hi."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" And he gives a little wave. "How's it going?"

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"What are you doing?" she asked, staring.

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"Nothin'," he says casually. He leans back and rolls over a box of Frosted Flakes which, in turn, busts the box and scatters flakes across the floor of his fort.

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Rory sighed and facepalmed.

"John? Did you build a fort...in the library?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Um..." Evade, evade, evade. "Nope!"

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"Then what is this?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"A hut of love," he says completely calmly.

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Rory just stared.

"Should I call Aeryn to come join you, then?" she finally asked.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"...no." She'd probably kick him. "No, it's a hut of platonic love. Kinda like a sweat house." He picks up a handful of the scattered Frosted Flakes and says, "Completed with food! Want some?"