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[ Tailored coat, neatly on the back of a chair. He's in the middle of loosening his tie - top button of an expensive shirt undone. Sleeves, neatly rolled up to his elbows, and there are volumes and volumes of open books in front of him. Hibari's leafing through another, reading, cross-referencing.
He's been here a long, long while. He checks his watch, and the hedgehog asleep on top of a particularly tall tome of books stirs. ('kyuuu...')
A tiny yellow ball of feathers flutter amongst the open books, bouncing carefully past them before perching at the edge of the table.
He glances over at it, for a moment. ]
[ ooc: someone's hard at work in the library looking for information! feel free to approach. he's not as insanely bloodthirsty as his younger self. Unless you're Mukuro, then all bets are off. :| ]
He's been here a long, long while. He checks his watch, and the hedgehog asleep on top of a particularly tall tome of books stirs. ('kyuuu...')
A tiny yellow ball of feathers flutter amongst the open books, bouncing carefully past them before perching at the edge of the table.
He glances over at it, for a moment. ]
[ ooc: someone's hard at work in the library looking for information! feel free to approach. he's not as insanely bloodthirsty as his younger self. Unless you're Mukuro, then all bets are off. :| ]