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[hakoiri]

[ Several books in tow, Alf can be seen making his way to the library, clad in a white uniform he's been wearing often this past week. When he reaches his destination, he sets the books onto a table in the corner and pulls out another from a nearby bookshelf. He returns to the table, seats himself and reads. He eventually opens another book for

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[compos_mentis]

[You know it's not everyday when, browsing the library - in the guise of an alterego - looking for anything which would serve as some history books for your home universe so you can destroy them that you hear someone say "maybe a fleet."

Rarer still when, after overhearing it, you turn your head and that same person is looking pensive. "Greg" here smiles a little and looks over at the guy-]

Planning a war, son?

[hakoiri]

[ While the voice doesn't surprise him, the words make him jump a little. He rises from his seat and turns towards the speaker. Smiling wryly, shakes his head. ]

O-oh, no, nothing like that. I was . . . planning something else, you could say.

[compos_mentis]

Something secretive? 'Cus if that's the case, might want to rethink how you brainstorm.

[He folds his arms here. Okay, so maybe he's telling him off a little strong but in his defense, it's amusing]

[hakoiri]

No, not really. It's more personal than secretive . . . [ then again --- ] though, you still have a point. I shouldn't think outloud like that.

[compos_mentis]

Might be for the best; plenty of folks out there are more nosy than me.

[hakoiri]

I'll be sure to not do it again. Thank you, mister . . . ?

[compos_mentis]

Name's Greg Furns. [Aaand, after that, he pauses a bit. Clearly expecting the other guy to give his name in turn]

[hakoiri]

I'm Alfonse. It's, ah, nice to meet you, Mister Furns.

[compos_mentis]

Same here. [With that, he gives the guy a polite nod and will let him return to the studying if he so wishes. No need to prolong it longer than that if the kid's got something he needs to do]