And so it goes; back to the remedy
A, as usual is carrying books. Not his traditional armload this time--only three or four, but he wasn't particularly looking forward to reading them anyway. Particle Physics, absolute nutjob recants of Time Traveling, a book on the circus, and one he's read so many times, the spine was fraying--A Study on the Applications of Schroedinger's Theory. With a small sigh, he hefted them into one arm and continued down the hallway, eyes slightly downcast.
Still, he supposed, it could be worse. His eyes briefly flicked over to the other person walking beside him with a small smile. A had actually been surprised when B had dropped by and offered to accompany him to the library, right when he'd been about to go himself. Intuition, or just dumb luck, A supposed--he hoped, anyway, because he doubted that this particular B was as obsessive as to find another method of figuring out when he would need to go to the library.
But then again, A supposed he was overthinking it, instead shifting his books into his other arm once more and continuing down the hallway.
Do y-you s-suppose that th-the mansion... that it rearranges i-itself in... in a--a pattern?
Still, he supposed, it could be worse. His eyes briefly flicked over to the other person walking beside him with a small smile. A had actually been surprised when B had dropped by and offered to accompany him to the library, right when he'd been about to go himself. Intuition, or just dumb luck, A supposed--he hoped, anyway, because he doubted that this particular B was as obsessive as to find another method of figuring out when he would need to go to the library.
But then again, A supposed he was overthinking it, instead shifting his books into his other arm once more and continuing down the hallway.
Do y-you s-suppose that th-the mansion... that it rearranges i-itself in... in a--a pattern?