surely other students are weird enough to hang out in a library in summer. [open]

[littlelesseve]

After lunch at Cafe Latte (curled up in a booth while Martel had tea and Maria mercilessly teased him for having the aforementioned tea), Maria and Martel are at the Minneapolis Central Library. It's a new building, four stories, with free-hanging stairways everywhere and glass exterior walls, more concentrated toward the front. While it's not

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[sebastiansbear]

Martel's expression isn't hard to read; it goes rapidly from oooooh to damn it and settles on his usual sort of baseline, neutral irritation. "More and more every hour I spend with you, as it happens."

[littlelesseve]

"Oh my God, the look on your face, it was like a kid in Satan's candy store." Maria grins, and reaches up to pat his cheek, affectionate. "You're like a little inquisitor! Well, for the given value of little, I'm in four inch heels and you're still too fucking tall."

[sebastiansbear]

"I am not an inquisitor," Martel denies, even as he reaches for the book. What, just because she's mocking him doesn't mean he's going to deny he actually wants to see what it is she's found. "I've also got nothing to do with Satan or candy."

That is a lie, he carries lollipops in his coat pocket for her.

[littlelesseve]

Maria very intentionally holds the book behind her back, well aware that his reach far exceeds hers due to her being tiny, smirking up at him. "Ooh, but you could be! You could tie me to a tree and torture me until I gave you information on my sinful ways, wouldn't that be exciting? And historical!"

Stifle her, Martel. For the good of mankind.