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[bystarscrossed]

[A man sat in a corner of the library, a pile of books at his feet and even more on the table at his side. His attention was fully in whatever it was he seemed to be reading, though he sped through the pages as if he were on a mission. A cigarette lay burning and abandoned in a tray on the table full of books and an empty wine glass rested on its

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[salutmelodie]

...Cross?

[bystarscrossed]

[He's not ignoring you Allen, really, he's just far to into this book to hear you right now.]

So if I do this...

[salutmelodie]

[Walks a bit closer, blinking.] Um, hello?

[bystarscrossed]

[The book shuts and he notices Allen standing near.]

...Idiot apprentice. What do you want?

[salutmelodie]

I was only coming to check out this library. Didn't expect to see you here.

[bystarscrossed]

Why? Am I allergic to books or something?

[salutmelodie]

I rarely see you in one.

[bystarscrossed]

I'm sorry to hear that. You don't spend much time with me then do you?

[salutmelodie]

I've been a bit busy. Besides, you've been busy spending time with Neah.

[bystarscrossed]

No I haven't. I haven't seen him in years.

[salutmelodie]

In my world, we all work together.

[bystarscrossed]

Then, I am not from your home. I'm sorry, apprentice.

[He dropped the 'idiot' just for now.]

[salutmelodie]

No apologies needed.

[bystarscrossed]

Oh really?

[salutxmelodie]

Well, it's a silly thing to apologize for in the first place, Cross.