Who: Nobody Owens What: A discovery Where: THE BEST PLACE ON EARTH! When: Tuesday Why: Because his boyfriend babysitter/keeper can't always be responsible for the little tyke Status: Open!!!! (but quiet. Shhh)
This place was really starting to screw with Connor's head. And for someone who had truly believed in the Yeti and chupacabra and the like even before he starting working with time anomalies and prehistoric creatures, that was saying something. But since living there, he'd basically had his body snatched, met a real live dragon, and now people didn't know who they were. When Lulu, the most reliable source in town, had forgotten Aternaville? No one was safe. Not to mention his girlfriend suddenly snapping into a terrified world he couldn't even begin to enter
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"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! So carefully, carefully, with the plates!" he said, reading the last two lines of the dwarves' song before looking up, his eyes shining in his otherwise solemn little face. "Though it probably wasn't very nice of Mr. Gandalf to send so many people to Mr. Bilbo's house. He's very lucky that they're so congenial." It made him wonder if maybe he should do a little more to help around Mr. Perry's house, since he was being nice enough to let him stay there.
"You liked this one, then?" he said. "Did you read Mr. Tolkien's other books?" He gestured to the stack; Fellowship of the Ring was among the other titles there. "Are they just as good? I'm afraid I don't know-- I sort of just picked up whatever sounded interesting."
Did he like them? Oh, that was like opening a can of worms. Or something far more delightful than worms. Connor's face lit up with a smile, listening to the boy read aloud. A part of him missed being that age, just able to open the book and get lost in it and not care. But he could tell there was something more behind those eyes, and he didn't judge. Connor knew better by then
( ... )
Bod blinked at him, a little surprised by his candor. ...not to talk to strangers? "It's funny," he said thoughtfully. "That's what Scarlett said-- her mother told her not to talk to strangers. And I said I was a stranger, and she said that I wasn't, that I was her friend." He frowned. "How do people meet and become friends, if they never talk to strangers?
"I think I know what they mean," he continued. "Strange people could be dangerous." Boy, did he ever know that. "But you don't seem like a dangerous person to me. You haven't asked me to go anywhere with you," which was GOOD because he wasn't about to go quietly, even if this was the Library! "...and you like books," he finished. "And you're Connor. And I'm Bod. So we're not strangers anymore, are we?"
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"You liked this one, then?" he said. "Did you read Mr. Tolkien's other books?" He gestured to the stack; Fellowship of the Ring was among the other titles there. "Are they just as good? I'm afraid I don't know-- I sort of just picked up whatever sounded interesting."
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"I think I know what they mean," he continued. "Strange people could be dangerous." Boy, did he ever know that. "But you don't seem like a dangerous person to me. You haven't asked me to go anywhere with you," which was GOOD because he wasn't about to go quietly, even if this was the Library! "...and you like books," he finished. "And you're Connor. And I'm Bod. So we're not strangers anymore, are we?"
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