[OPEN] It's a Slippery Slope

[castingout]

Characters: Castiel, [OPEN]
Location: Library
Time: 0730 - 0900
Content: Free time spent in the library before first class. [aka freaking out and cramming for his own class]
Warnings: Differing religious views? Who knows.
Format: Prefers Prose but not opposed to Action

Comments

[universal_charm]

Rules meant precisely squat to Kirk. You would think military academy would instill some respect for the rules in him, but no. It just made him chomp at bit, his mouth going foamy as he fought and kicked. It had been even worse when he was in regular school, so maybe the Academy had tempered him, but not enough. Let loose in XI, well, it just meant he was slipping into the library with a big old sandwich and the computer Spock had left him, only belatedly realizing he need some sources for his research paper not from the internet that was due tomorrow. He procrastinated, but usually not this bad. He blamed restless nights getting used to not having a second body in the room and harnessing his own powers. Damn therapy sessions bringing up unwanted memories.

But when you're in a library at night, you tend to be terribly aware of when other people are around, especially when you knew there were so few people in the library. Following the scratch of pen, he slunk through the stacks, peering around the corner and spying Castiel.

Well, well.

"Spill that coffee on one of the books and I'd start running for my life," he announced, sauntering up to the other's table and setting his computer down.

[castingout]

"The lid is quite secure." The response was automatic, involuntary, and out of his mouth before his brain engaged enough to realize that though he was working he was not at work. When he did, Castiel had the good grace to look chagrined and stole a guilty glance towards his thermos. He'd been quite willing to live with the guilt of sneaking it in here but when it was pointed out by a casual observer? Well.

"I would hope I wouldn't be so careless as to spill it," He answered mildly. "But I will take your advice to heart and keep it away from the texts."

[universal_charm]

Kirk put his shiny new laptop on the desk across from the other, dumping his backpack beside it and the few books he had already collected. Clearly he wasn't worried about being caught, or if he was he hid it well. He liked that little taste of danger, however small and trivial.

"You don't look like a student with a last minute paper," he observed casually as he took his seat.