LOG: ...And on the last day. [Thread] [CLOSED]
WHO: Byakuran, Hibari
WHAT: Day Three. Apparently, this vacation is far worse for Hibari's health than he originally thought. Oh yeah: implied backstory thing-ish... yeah. orz
WHERE: Namimori Public Library
WHEN: Feb 25, morning
RATING: PG. Because Byakuran is MASTER BADTOUCH.
WARNING(s): See postscript in the section above. :|
After misadventures in the grocery, drinking sessions with select company and basically finishing everything that he could have possibly finished and then some, Hibari decided that he never wanted to do this vacation thing again. What was the point of a break, after all, when it ended up becoming more stressful than one's actual work? About the only good thing that seemed to come out of the whole fiasco was the fact that now he appreciated his office even more. Given the crazy types that he had to deal with there on a regular basis, that was probably a big step.
Hence, it was on the last day of his vacation that Hibari found himself holed up in one of the higher, more secluded and deserted corners of the library, going over one of the books that he had picked out earlier in the morning. He had been in the library since it opened, having no better place to kill all of those free hours in and being unwilling to curl up in a coffee shop because of the crowd. It was in German, one of the handful of languages that he had taught himself how to speak, write and read in. Timoteo had always called Hibari his little translator, laughing about how the boy could've been a linguist if the family business hadn't gotten to him first.
They don't talk much at all these days.
WHAT: Day Three. Apparently, this vacation is far worse for Hibari's health than he originally thought. Oh yeah: implied backstory thing-ish... yeah. orz
WHERE: Namimori Public Library
WHEN: Feb 25, morning
RATING: PG. Because Byakuran is MASTER BADTOUCH.
WARNING(s): See postscript in the section above. :|
After misadventures in the grocery, drinking sessions with select company and basically finishing everything that he could have possibly finished and then some, Hibari decided that he never wanted to do this vacation thing again. What was the point of a break, after all, when it ended up becoming more stressful than one's actual work? About the only good thing that seemed to come out of the whole fiasco was the fact that now he appreciated his office even more. Given the crazy types that he had to deal with there on a regular basis, that was probably a big step.
Hence, it was on the last day of his vacation that Hibari found himself holed up in one of the higher, more secluded and deserted corners of the library, going over one of the books that he had picked out earlier in the morning. He had been in the library since it opened, having no better place to kill all of those free hours in and being unwilling to curl up in a coffee shop because of the crowd. It was in German, one of the handful of languages that he had taught himself how to speak, write and read in. Timoteo had always called Hibari his little translator, laughing about how the boy could've been a linguist if the family business hadn't gotten to him first.
They don't talk much at all these days.