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mein_einsamkeit in lolocracy

BUTTERFLY IN THE SKY, I CAN GO TWICE AS HIGH.

Jul 08, 2010 19:29

WHO: Ludwig and Ivan.
WHEN: Thursday afternoon. (July 8th)
WHERE: Liberty Public Library.
WHAT: Exploring the wonderful world of books. Oh, what the hell is he doing here?

( TAKE A LOOK. IT'S IN A BOOK. A READING RAINBOOOW! )

manry like a walnut, they're all in a line like adult books, status: complete, russia, y u do dis?, germany

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I knew I'd find you in the "restricted section." das_vedanya July 9 2010, 19:00:06 UTC

Deniability hung in the air, somewhere between the numbers 100 and 109 on the bookshelves, not just on the pages the Doctor was soon to examine - wondering why, exactly, he not owned The Psychopathology of Everyday Life or Five Lectures on Psychoanalysis - but also hammered deep in frontal lobe like a splinter. A night plagued with a Witches’ Brew of sibling interrogation, Parisian hatred, and stewing confusion occupied the other 35% of his body that was not “dihydrogen monoxide.” Ivan licked the flat of his forefinger and flicked through the pages on ego defense mechanisms, trusting the peripheral vision slightly hindered by a curtain of bangs much in need of meeting a pair of sheers as he walked, guided most by the clicking of Liberty Library computer keyboards located near the checkout ( ... )

Um, it's totally for... adults; I'm an adult, what are you talking about? mein_einsamkeit July 10 2010, 09:35:45 UTC

And according to no medical book in the history of ever, Ludwig's stomach was currently resting somewhere about the knees. In seconds flat it had nose-dived disastrously as soon as he had made eye contact with... Ivan. Of all the people to run into on this already spectacular day, fate had to draw Ivan Braginsky from the whole miserable lot.

Ludwig just happened to be holding The Ethical Slut like he was half-hoping the two of them would miraculously reach an understanding right then and there: that they were both full-grown men and could hold off giggling or gasping at the big, bold lettering of SLUT on the cover. That left the other half of his hope somewhere in the realm of really, really, really wanting to walk into a magical sink hole. Or maybe die of embarrassment.

"Guten Tag," he blurted, and then stared openly at the book in his hand, willing it to disppear, brows knitted with fierce expectation.

Just perfect.

I'm... not even sure if Public Libraries even have such sections. das_vedanya July 11 2010, 07:12:44 UTC

A definite flinch fled down the length of his body at the could-make-a-Vietnam-war-General-cry of a wishful morning. It tore Ivan's attention from The Ethical Slut for just enough time to catch every ounce of discomfort welling up in the German's orbs also, and still, downcast on the poorly and appropriately named title. He wondered, secretly with a smile hidden behind that hard line pulling at his lips like a marionette, why the novel's lovely title was cascaded across Ludwig's forehead.

He could hear Freud, tucked away in the safety of his arm, beckoning Ivan to leave before his id got the better of his subconscious.

"Fancy finding you here, Ludwig," the last word dripping from his mouth like a rotten piece of fruit.

If they did, I'd never leave the library. BUT IT'S LIBERTY. ;D mein_einsamkeit July 11 2010, 22:11:53 UTC

Now his frown was turned upon Ivan. That was an... interesting tone in the man's voice. Here "interesting", loosely translated, referred to the violent sensation of being stampeded by an elephant-sized portion of animosity. He cleared his throat loudly, as if he needed to call anymore attention to himself.

"It's a library," he replied, sounding a lot more confident and even-tempered than he truly felt. "I'm sure you're not the first person to discover its usefulness."

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