Greener grasses fade from where you wind up

[down_to_nowhere]

[Mello's goals have lately shifted at their very core, and he's still feeling aftershocks from that seismic event. How do you reconcile perfectly justified resentment of a place and the people who dragged you here with wanting to stay? One way he's been trying has been an effort to learn more about the place and the people. The Undercity library

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[non_veritas]

[L sits at a table in the library. Study carrels are available, but they're too closed-off; he wants to be able to see who is approaching, if anyone does. The stack of books in front of him is a mixture -- apart from some technical manuals and some dry nonfiction, there's a book with an intentionally tacky cover: Inherent Vice. It's a mystery.]

[down_to_nowhere]

[Mello spots L soon after he comes into the library, and he's been meaning to talk to him for some time. He gives the lurid-looking mystery an amused glance, but refrains from comment, and speaks not in a whisper but quietly enough.]

Ryuuga, hey.

[non_veritas]

Hello.

[There's a pause, during which he stares at Mello... who isn't going anywhere.]

You are looking for something?

[down_to_nowhere]

[He shrugs.]

Something I'm not likely to find today. I've been meaning to send you a message.

[runawaybandit]

[Toph is definitely not going to the library. She's just wandering, really, but the novelty of being able to do so to her heart's content is slowly wearing thin.

She recognises Mello's footsteps, and his boots, and grins. Finally, something to do.]

Looking for something, Surlypants?

[down_to_nowhere]

Don't call me that. [He's fairly resigned to living with it, though. You have to pick your battles.]

I'm going to the library.

[runawaybandit]

Jeez. What is with you people and your libraries?

[down_to_nowhere]

I don't know about the other [i.e., lesser] people here, but when I was growing up, the answer to any question was 'look it up.'