A Need for Quiet [Open]

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Name(s): Delita Heiral and whoever wants to bug him.
Location: Delita's usual Haunt, AKA the Library
Week: 42
Time: In the afternoon, after Tsunade's departure.
Rating: G

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[timeinback]

Maybe for her house status, Chao's constant visit in the library was a bit out of character. However, she always found something new when par-oozing around in the long rows of dusty shelves. Some books were absolute useless, some of them even out of date toward their information after long decades of revisions of the subject since then. Other books didn't particularly have any useful information in the least and certainly gave nothing to support the plan, but they were still rather enjoyable to read on occasion.

Today, she found herself indulging herself a little too much than she would normally prefered. A rather large tower of books were carried in front of her, the sheer amount of paper strained her arms with every stop and she could just forget about actually seeing what was in front of her. Good thing she almost memorized.

Of course, she always forgot there was a table after the fifth right turn. Completely unable to see from over her tower of books and tomes, Chao didn't even have time to slow down before plowing right into Delita from behind. A only brief squeak escaped her lips before not only her, but a small shower of books came crashing down on her and the studious boy in front of her.

She was still in a daze, but tried her best to blink her way back to her thoughts. "Ah-I apologize-Ne!"

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The fact stood that he was usually much more receptive to people coming up behind him, or at least, he would have liked to think that he was. Perhaps it was a testament of his own distraction, or that he himself had been so absorbed in his text that he didn't care, focusing on it and the knowledge within more than the fact that someone could have easily bumped into him, like so.

Still, the grunt he let out as a particularly hard book smacked him in the head was minute at best, though his rubbing the spot it fell on made it obvious enough that it did, in truth, hurt.

"It is fine." Delita said, picking up the few books that had landed on the table and at his feet. None touched the medical text, thank God.

Between picking up a few books, he turned to her. "Are you all right?"