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creeksidealtarboy) wrote2023-07-11 05:48 pm
creeksidealtarboy) wrote2023-07-11 05:48 pm
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[He moves on to another book, but goes back for Canterbury Tales later so he can have Huaisang's words with him.
Your turn.
What do you want us to read together?]
Your turn.
What do you want us to read together?]
[Huaisang, having finally figured out the library system, gives him numbers to the next book.
Aaron will find a book of old Chinese poetry, and pressed in the middle a flower from the ornamental gardens.]
Aaron will find a book of old Chinese poetry, and pressed in the middle a flower from the ornamental gardens.]
[He immediately hides it in his jacket and takes the book with him. When he's finished, he's placed small pencil marks on the pages of the ones he likes the best.
Many of them are romantic in nature. He's clearly feeling some kind of way.]
Many of them are romantic in nature. He's clearly feeling some kind of way.]
[The book is gone from the library for a while so that Nie Huaisang can copy the poems for his own keeping. He reads them again and again, and makes a mark for another book of poems.
When you're finally able to be alone let's meet in the garden.]
When you're finally able to be alone let's meet in the garden.]
[He leaves another book in that spot, this one a book about video games, trying to get his attention.
It will be a long time.
He's being an asshole about it.
I can't wait.
You gonna find yourself a better friend?]
It will be a long time.
He's being an asshole about it.
I can't wait.
You gonna find yourself a better friend?]
[Better? Maybe. Not as pretty though. Definitely not as smart!]
[Fuck you.
Maybe we'll get lucky and there will be a flood or something soon.
We all turn into animals.]
Maybe we'll get lucky and there will be a flood or something soon.
We all turn into animals.]
[That'd be nice. I hope I'd turn into a turtle. I could sit in the sun and someone could feed me lettuce all day.]
[You'd be a cute turtle. I'd be a bird.
Something with wings and I'd fly over everyone. Maybe I'd carry you.]
Something with wings and I'd fly over everyone. Maybe I'd carry you.]
[You'd have to, I'd be very tired being a turtle. You'd need to put me on a nice, warm rock.
And there's a drawing of a turtle and a bird sitting on a stone together.]
And there's a drawing of a turtle and a bird sitting on a stone together.]
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[He puts in numbers for another book, this one about turtles.
Which one?]
Which one?]
"So." It's late at night, but he hasn't imposed a bedtime on either of them. He's been up reading. "Tell me about Nie Huaisang?"
Aaron's also been up reading, but he's mostly skimming through the pages idly, too tired to focus on the words.
"What do you want to know about him?"
"What do you want to know about him?"
He rests his book on a knee. "What's he like? What do you like about him?"
He frowns. "I dunno. Why does it matter? We're friends. We've been friends for a while. You've read my communicator."
"I'm just curious what you like about people," Jesus shrugs. "How did you become friends?"
"He saw me at the party. When I decked Dorian," he explains. "He was curious, so - we started talking. I think he suspected that I was faking it."
Interesting. "So he wasn't bothered when the truth came out?"
"No. Why would he be?"
He snickers. "He likes that I'm clever. It means that we can actually talk about stuff."
He snickers. "He likes that I'm clever. It means that we can actually talk about stuff."
"Or write about it?" A knowing look, but with a little hint of a smile.
Aaron sits up and glares at him.
"What the fuck do you mean?"
"What the fuck do you mean?"
Jesus shrugs a shoulder. "I saw the notes. You don't mind that he's flirting with you?"
He must not since Aaron flirts back, but there's a reason he's asking.
He must not since Aaron flirts back, but there's a reason he's asking.
Something shifts in Aaron and he laughs, outright laughs. "No," he says with a smirk. "He ain't flirting with me. We're just friends. You sound like - like Malcolm."
Sir. Sir. Jesus gives him a Look. "I know what flirting looks like, Aaron. He likes you."
"Yeah, who fucking cares?"
He rolls his eyes.
He rolls his eyes.
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