Characters:
cardinalist & All
Location: Library
Time: Noon, most likely around 12:45pm
Style: Prose or Action. I will follow!
Status: Open like a [insert preferred metaphor]
The stacks of books surrounding him have an antiquated scent that is somewhat soothing. It's certainly different (and refreshing) from the ash and gunpowder he's so used to spending an inordinate amount of time around.
He is currently in the history section, fingers grazing the backs of heavy leatherbounds and their intricate golden lettering. With his piloting uniform somewhat damaged from the water, he takes to wearing a simple button-down shirt, loose tie, and slacks, looking every part a mundane citizen, browsing the shelves.
"History of Deep Reef Research," he reads a title, softly to himself. "....That might be helpful."
He reaches a hand up --
"........."
Only to realize he's actually a few inches too short. Suzaku might have blushed here. He was a tall guy, for sure, especially for a native Japanese. So, needless to say, this is a little embarrassing.
"....Great."