WHO: Two Geckos + an assortment of guest stars WHAT: Summary of content WHEN: Late Bloomingtide WHERE: The Gallows, misc. Kirkwall haunts. NOTES: Will update as needed.
Richard has also procured a map from somewhere, and it's spread out on the floor, serving as the foundation for the various piles of books. Most of it's covered by books left open on certain pages, loose sheets of notes he's already taken.
Notes are what he's scratching down as she approaches, and he doesn't look up at the seriously. He'd been expecting someone to have a problem with how he worked at some point. But the second comment, well, that's just insulting, and incredulity scrunches his face as he looks at her.
"Yes," she insists purely out of irritation, because it's very obvious that he's only trying to take notes. Across half the fucking library. "There are tables around the corner."
She gestures and almost loses the top book off the stack when the dust jackets slip against each other, "And a couple work rooms."
"Because they don't have reshelving to do for the next hour," reveals she's ticked off over having assumed he'll leave his masterpiece as is the moment he's finished constructing it.
Proving his point, there, but he doesn't get a chance to be smug about it, already bristling at the idea that she's about to stomp over here and start dismantling his work.
"I'm not done with these." He was not interested in having to start the whole endeavour over from scratch. So he adds, "When I am, I'll put them back."
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Notes are what he's scratching down as she approaches, and he doesn't look up at the seriously. He'd been expecting someone to have a problem with how he worked at some point. But the second comment, well, that's just insulting, and incredulity scrunches his face as he looks at her.
"Does this look like playing?"
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She gestures and almost loses the top book off the stack when the dust jackets slip against each other, "And a couple work rooms."
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"You think I wouldn't be using one of those if I could? They don't meet my needs."
Mostly because of sunlight issues, but he's ready with more pretentious (but safer) excuses if pressed.
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"This doesn't meet everybody else's needs," she says, a hissy little whisper like she alone knows best, "This is a public space, you know."
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"I'm not done with these." He was not interested in having to start the whole endeavour over from scratch. So he adds, "When I am, I'll put them back."
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"... Fine," is just about all she can say in response.
That, and, "You'd better."
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"Yeah?" A disbelieving grin. "What'd you do about it, rough me up?"
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