02.16 - too much thinking makes Ame a dull girl.
[She's in the library, brow furrowed (more than usual anyway) and her hand looking like it's about to snap the pen in half.
Ame closes her eyes, removes her glasses, and sighs. She leans back in her chair and closes the notebook she had been poring over so intently.]
What even makes me think I can use my limited knowledge in psychology to understand this man? It's no use, [she mutters to herself.
Sleeplessness + stress + frustration + dead ends + this goddamn motherfucking ship + the goddamn nutjob of a captain = impending Quincy meltdown of epic proportions.]
[ooc: uh, yeah, after the plot post >>;;]
Ame closes her eyes, removes her glasses, and sighs. She leans back in her chair and closes the notebook she had been poring over so intently.]
What even makes me think I can use my limited knowledge in psychology to understand this man? It's no use, [she mutters to herself.
Sleeplessness + stress + frustration + dead ends + this goddamn motherfucking ship + the goddamn nutjob of a captain = impending Quincy meltdown of epic proportions.]
[ooc: uh, yeah, after the plot post >>;;]