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[failingfelicity]

[Miranda's sequestered herself in the far, far, far corner of a neutral library, sitting at a table with a sizable pile of various books open or stacked beside her, and a chart visible on the screen of her laptop. She also has a sheet of paper in front of her, with a slowly growing listShe glances between the pages of one of the opened books and

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[halfcocked]

[PEEKING]

[halfcocked]

What doesn't matter though?!

[failedfelicity]

Vampires! O-or- knowing them! I mean, nothing! It's not important!

[halfcocked]

Why're you so freaked--

--are you a vampire?!

[failedfelicity]

-what? Of course not!

[halfcocked]

You're all nervous! Are you one?!

[failedfelicity]

I'm not, I'm not! [Pulling her lips back so he can see the lack of fangs.] S-see?

[halfcocked]

Then what, do you have a fetish or something?

[failedfelicity]

N-no! Don't be crass!

[halfcocked]

Then why're you acting so weird and doing all this research??

[failedfelicity]

Just- b-because I felt like it! I mean, I'm working on a book!

[halfcocked]

You ought to write about something that sucks less!

[failingfelicity]

I'm not going to write about big cats a-and poetry.

[halfcocked]

What? [not making the connection]

[failingfelicity]

[...sigh.]

Nevermind.