It had not been a good day. Not the morning, nor the afternoon, and now the sun was setting and evening had arrived, and he'd barely gotten anything done
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Quatre had enjoyed his time in the music room, of course, but it was time to move on when the shift ended. He made the choice to browse the library instead. He knew most of the books were classics, ancient by his time, but there still might be some hint in the collection. He went over them, not really picking anything out but taking in the overall sense of the words on the spines of the books.
His pale fingers trailed over them as he thought reading one of them, and then which one he would pick if he did.
The nurse finally managed to force Touma out of bed. "Sleeping so much isn't healthy, Mr. Fujimori," she kept telling him, as if that would miraculously change his behavior.
No matter, Touma thought, yawning as he followed the heavy-handed woman. At least he could try and finish Sherlock Holmes while he had the chance. He escaped the nurse quickly upon arrival, but the sight of a kind-of-but-not-really familiar blond distracted him from the books.
"Did...we meet yesterday? On the bus or something?"
Quatre looked at the one talking to him. He smiled and then nodded. "Yes, we sat next to each other on the ride to town," he said quietly (they were in a library after all) as he held out his hand for Touma to shake. "I'm Quatre, remember?"
"Right! I'm Touma." Man, he really was out of it if he couldn't remember just one person's name here.
He took Quatre's hand, shaking it gently. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the other kid, since he looked short and frail in their uniform here. "So, was the town fun? I think I dozed back off after you left."
Quatre shook his head. "'Fun' isn't the word I would use," he said, joking slightly. "Are you tired?" his voice changed to worried. "It might be from all these crazy nights, but sleep is an important thing to get."
"So what word would you use?" Touma joked back. He waved off the concern, though. "I'll be fine. I just have to get used to not-school hours again." Not that, that stopped him from staying up star-gazing or reading the night before a test or something.
"Hmm..." Quatre thought about that. "Mind-numbing terror?" he joked. Since knowing Duo it was much easier for him to joke about things that hurt him. Hopefully Touma wouldn't mind. He nodded at Touma's insistence that he was okay, and let that subject drop. It wouldn't do to press the issue. "I've never had to deal with school hours," he said though, offering some information about himself. "I had private tutors, and then I left home at 15 and disinherited myself."
His pale fingers trailed over them as he thought reading one of them, and then which one he would pick if he did.
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No matter, Touma thought, yawning as he followed the heavy-handed woman. At least he could try and finish Sherlock Holmes while he had the chance. He escaped the nurse quickly upon arrival, but the sight of a kind-of-but-not-really familiar blond distracted him from the books.
"Did...we meet yesterday? On the bus or something?"
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He took Quatre's hand, shaking it gently. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the other kid, since he looked short and frail in their uniform here. "So, was the town fun? I think I dozed back off after you left."
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