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[failingfelicity]

[Miranda's sequestered herself in the far, far, far corner of a neutral library, sitting at a table with a sizable pile of various books open or stacked beside her, and a chart visible on the screen of her laptop. She also has a sheet of paper in front of her, with a slowly growing listShe glances between the pages of one of the opened books and

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[latenightmoon]

That's a very creative insult. [She taps the right side of the list.]

[failingfelicity]

[Erk.]

Um, w-well- [Wait.] You speak German?

[latenightmoon]

I can read the swear words but not the rest of it. Many people like to cuss out master.

[failingfelicity]

Ah, well... I suppose that can be useful?

[dreamlessrecord]

What are you doing?

[failingfelicity]

[Startling, slightly.]

Ah, reading.

[dreamlessrecord]

About vampires?

[failingfelicity]

Well... Yes. I'm- comparing literature. [Not a total lie.]

[failingfelicity]

Ah, yes! I'm looking at the different kinds of literature they're in...

[failingfelicity]

Writing! I- I'm thinking of writing a vampire book, I mean! [...she's a bad liar.]

[halfcocked]

[PEEKING]

[failingfelicity]

[-!!]

Ah, Devit!

[halfcocked]

[has two books under his arm, surprisingly]

What's this--

--vampires??

[failedfelicity]

Yes, s-so what?!

[failingfelicity]

[Taking one gratefully.]

I suppose so.

[failingfelicity]

A-and unfortunately relevant...