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[creeksidealtarboy]

[He gives him another number. The book is The Canterbury Tales. He's written in it already.

This one is my favorite.

It's real funny.]

[threedontknows]

[The next day the book is secretly returned, a note over The Wife of Bath's Tale.

I love her.

Which is your favorite?]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[He keeps the same book.

The Merchant's Tale.

Wife of Bath's real good, too. She's fucking great.]

[threedontknows]

[I didn't understand a lot of that one.

The Miller's Tale was very funny though!]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[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?]

[threedontknows]

[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.]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[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.]

[threedontknows]

[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.]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[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?]

[threedontknows]

[Better? Maybe. Not as pretty though. Definitely not as smart!]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[Fuck you.

Maybe we'll get lucky and there will be a flood or something soon.

We all turn into animals.]

[threedontknows]

[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.]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[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.]

[threedontknows]

[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.]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[He puts in numbers for another book, this one about turtles.

Which one?]

[threedontknows]

[Huaisang chooses a very nice turtle in the book, and makes a few marks above it.

How long until we can see each other again?]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[I don't know.

I want to see you real bad though. Maybe we could stay up all night again.

He can only hope he understands.]

[threedontknows]

[He understands fully.

I feel like I'm being treated like a child.

I deserve it, but it doesn't make it any less humilating.]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[Tell me about it when we meet, alright?]

[threedontknows]

[It's Huaisang's turn to leave another clue for the next book. He dog-ears a couple of pages, which if strung together will give Aaron the location of the next note:

Another book of ancient Chinese legends, specifically one about demons and fairies.

There isn't a note.]

[creeksidealtarboy]

[And the book will be gone but Aaron won't leave any more notes. They've been caught out.]