Caleb leans forward onto his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose. His eyes are quite a few hours past sore, but he can’t stop reading yet - he hasn’t found what he’s looking for
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The chimp doesn't sleep much. He's currently on his way to the library, a scotch in one hand, while he knucklewalks on his left hand and feet to find a good book.
When the chimp arrives at the library, he’ll find Caleb already there. Even after a good night’s rest, he still feels spent, and it’s beginning to show.
Some of the book shipments have started to arrive, and Caleb is planted next to a few of the open boxes, a modest pile of books beside him. “Good afternoon,” he says, lowering the book he’s on at the moment.
Caleb offers a shrug. “Not so much, I’m afraid. Most of what is here is just scientific or medical manuals, though, uh …” Caleb gestures to the book he was reading. “… some of the demonologist texts have arrived.”
“If you’re interested, though, I think we have a shipment of fiction titles still on a palette. I can’t claim to know what’s in them, specifically - I’ve been too preoccupied to conduct an inventory as yet.”
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Some of the book shipments have started to arrive, and Caleb is planted next to a few of the open boxes, a modest pile of books beside him. “Good afternoon,” he says, lowering the book he’s on at the moment.
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“If you’re interested, though, I think we have a shipment of fiction titles still on a palette. I can’t claim to know what’s in them, specifically - I’ve been too preoccupied to conduct an inventory as yet.”
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