After handling two conversations that had been difficult for completely different reasons, Castiel had to admit that he felt weary. It was not a sensation that was new to him; between Izaya showing far too much interest in his kind and Ruby simply being who she was, some peace and quiet was what he craved
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And so it was with some relief that Rapunzel headed to the library after the announcement of a free shift. Bagged lunch with cheese sandwich in hand, she made her way back to the shelves she had spent yesterday's shift in with Kairi. She had gotten some of A Little Princess read after their conversation, but not much, and was very keen to continue. The only problem? She couldn't for the life of her remember the name of the author. And so she found herself running her finger along the spines, trying to remember exactly where she had pulled that book from in the first place.
"Princess, Princess..." she murmured to herself as she searched. There was another patient looking for something next to her, a man with glasses. Maybe he knew his way around the books better than she did? "Hey, you don't happen to know who wrote A Little Princess, do you?" she asked the man quietly, not wanting to disturb others.
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"My apologies, but I'm afraid I don't," he answered on a quiet tone, "I assume you're looking for this book, then?" A rather obvious statement, but there were few other reasons for requiring the name of the author, after all.
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Though, after a moment, she got curious, glancing back over to the man as he continued to peruse the shelves. He seemed to know his way around them, or at the very least be interested in them. Since coming out here, she was always curious to meet fellow bookworms. "Are you looking for something specific too?" she asked after a moment, offering another smile. "I've never read most of the things in this library. What's good?"
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"Well, what sort of books do you like?" Seishin asked, offering a smile of his own. This library wasn't very large, but there were still plenty of different books after all. Furthermore, not everyone would appreciate the sort of book he had just pulled from the shelf.
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She laughed after a moment, reflecting on what she had just said. "I guess you can see why it's kind of hard for me to pick, huh?"
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Seishin was aware that people might like the kind of stories he liked. It was the same with the novels he wrote; they were not among the happiest of stories. They weren't popular, but that was fine -- after all, writing had been but something to do on the side of priesthood.
But with things as they were, he guessed he wouldn't do much writing any more from now on.
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