that perfect tranquillity of life ( OPEN )

[flecks]

Date & Time: April 10, late afternoon & evening
Location: The library
Characters: Leo Baskerville & YOU.
Summary: There's some weird guy sitting on the floor, come trip over him or be weirded out at him because hey, there are perfectly fine seats in the library!!
Warnings: idek

[ When Leo isn't busy with the extra training the Initiative forces him to do and the community service at the orphanage, he can be found reading in the library. Reading books now isn't the same as it was before. He can't quite enjoy it like he used to, but it's the only way of coping he knows and so he keeps on reading. Not knowing what else to do, it's easy to fall back on old habits. Old habits die hard after all and his only escape from reality had always been books.

The Initiative library isn't nearly as grand as the one in Lutwidge Academy or even the Nightray family library, but it's plenty spacious and there's a lot of chairs to sit in, at a table or otherwise. However, Leo sits on the floor. Also out of force of habit. The library at his orphanage had been quite small with not much room for any chairs at all, but no one ever came there and that's why Leo loved it and willingly resorted to sitting on the floor. It's become so normal to him that he has actually come to prefer sitting on the floor when he's reading, no matter how comfortable a chair or bed is. That hasn't changed here either.

He's found a nice beanbag though, but rather than sit on it, he leans back against it. The beanbag is big enough to hide him out of sight and he's placed it near some bookshelves so he has new books within reach. Unfortunately this also means he's made himself an obstacle for the unwitting and he's too caught up in his current reading to realize it. ]

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[indirection]

[Wrathion is usually quite meticulous about his steps, but he's distracted by this library. It's an ordinary place, to be sure, but he doesn't recognize any of the books. He knows that should be par for the course; this isn't Azeroth, after all, but even so--the collection looks strangely disparate. As in, many items don't even look native to this place, either.

He's searching for something he might recognize when he trips over the guy on the floor.]

Oh--

[Wrathion rights himself; subdues the flash of anger he feels at someone being in his way. Somewhat curtly:]

My apologies.

[flecks]

[ Leo's too caught up in his reading to notice someone approaching and as a result, he doesn't react until it's too late and someone's tripping over him. The sudden jostle comes with both a startle and flare of his own temper as the volume of Holy Knight in his hands is send flying. ]

Wa— [ 'Watch where you're going!' he means to shout, but he manages to cut himself off before anger gets the better of him. The guy is already apologizing anyway (even though Leo doesn't like that tone of voice at all) and he's probably at fault for sitting in such a place himself as well. He takes a breath, puts on an overly pleasant smile before replying in the same manner of curtness. ]

No, I'm sorry. My bad.

[ He keeps the pleasant smile even if his irritation grows as he starts getting up to go retrieve his book. ]

[indirection]

[Your bad indeed, sir. Wrathion steps over Leo gingerly.]

You know, in future, the middle of the aisle is not an ideal place to sit.

[flecks]

[ Leo gets to his feet, but the remark keeps him from moving to grab his book as he pauses to give Wrathion a deadpan look. ]

Really. I hadn't noticed.

[ Okay no, he should probably explain himself a little at least. He sighs to release some of the tension before speaking again. ]

Not a lot of people come to this section of the library.