Room 206, After Period 3, Tuesday
After Valentine's interesting attempt at making up for his last missed Mad Science class, he had retreated to his dorm room to ponder a career as a karaoke wedding singer. And, while the notion held its merits, however small they might have been, he ultimately decided to just stick with what he knew and work karaoke into his act somewhere down the road. He hadn't juggled since he got back, after all, and there was no better time than the present to pick it up again.
He dipped his hand into his pocket to grab a ball.
And something shifted its weight against it. Naturally, Valentine responded with a cool head.
"Guyaaah! Get out of my pocket, whatever you are! I warn you, I'm a very important man!" The panicked flailing of his arms only served to prove his terrible rage, and the little object in his pocket stopped moving altogether.
It took him another few moments to attempt to reach into his pocket again, and when he did, he grabbed the item and yanked it out of his shredded coat, holding it at arm's length.
It was a wee, red-bound book, which waved its little page at him triumphantly.
"You? How the world... What are you doing here? The world folded up around you, you don't exist anymore," he accused.
The Really Useful Book just fluttered its page at him. If it wasn't obvious enough that it had flitted off to hide in the deepest and most cozy nook it could find before everything folded in upon itself, then Valentine was hopeless indeed. After all, his coat had been huge and tasteless to the point of making a perfect wee-book-bunker in the case of an apocalypse.
"Well, what am I supposed to do with you now? You're of no use to me," his nose was in the air. "You have only one page in you, and 'remember what your mother told you' doesn't do me any good at all now, does it. I do eat my greens, and there's not much of a home left to leave and never go back to now, is there? It's useless advice, to me."
At that revelation, the book, somewhat dejected, wiggled its way out of his hand and fluttered toward the door. Attempting to migrate off to the library, no doubt.
"Wait, now!" To his relief, the book hesitated for a moment, then fluttered back to land in his still-outstretched hand. "Just because your advice isn't really useful to me anymore... doesn't mean that you aren't." What was that, Valentine? Are you mumbling something not unlike an apology? "You saved our lives back there. Possibly more than once, actually. You're pretty useful, as much as I hate to admit it."
The book, seemingly delighted by this revelation, fluttered its page at him and took off, flying a lap around the room before finally landing on his head.
"Besides," he said, smirking up at it. "The state of the books in the library here would probably give you nightmares."
(OOC: Open for slowplay if you want to meet Valentine's new pet/book, but I do leave in an hour for work, so this can just as easily sit about as an establishy post, too.)
He dipped his hand into his pocket to grab a ball.
And something shifted its weight against it. Naturally, Valentine responded with a cool head.
"Guyaaah! Get out of my pocket, whatever you are! I warn you, I'm a very important man!" The panicked flailing of his arms only served to prove his terrible rage, and the little object in his pocket stopped moving altogether.
It took him another few moments to attempt to reach into his pocket again, and when he did, he grabbed the item and yanked it out of his shredded coat, holding it at arm's length.
It was a wee, red-bound book, which waved its little page at him triumphantly.
"You? How the world... What are you doing here? The world folded up around you, you don't exist anymore," he accused.
The Really Useful Book just fluttered its page at him. If it wasn't obvious enough that it had flitted off to hide in the deepest and most cozy nook it could find before everything folded in upon itself, then Valentine was hopeless indeed. After all, his coat had been huge and tasteless to the point of making a perfect wee-book-bunker in the case of an apocalypse.
"Well, what am I supposed to do with you now? You're of no use to me," his nose was in the air. "You have only one page in you, and 'remember what your mother told you' doesn't do me any good at all now, does it. I do eat my greens, and there's not much of a home left to leave and never go back to now, is there? It's useless advice, to me."
At that revelation, the book, somewhat dejected, wiggled its way out of his hand and fluttered toward the door. Attempting to migrate off to the library, no doubt.
"Wait, now!" To his relief, the book hesitated for a moment, then fluttered back to land in his still-outstretched hand. "Just because your advice isn't really useful to me anymore... doesn't mean that you aren't." What was that, Valentine? Are you mumbling something not unlike an apology? "You saved our lives back there. Possibly more than once, actually. You're pretty useful, as much as I hate to admit it."
The book, seemingly delighted by this revelation, fluttered its page at him and took off, flying a lap around the room before finally landing on his head.
"Besides," he said, smirking up at it. "The state of the books in the library here would probably give you nightmares."
(OOC: Open for slowplay if you want to meet Valentine's new pet/book, but I do leave in an hour for work, so this can just as easily sit about as an establishy post, too.)