Library -- Tuesday

[death_of_hope]

The fog was creepy. Creeeeeeeep~y, and every Coralian sense that Anemone had was hissing and spitting and standing on end; it wasn't natural, it wasn't right, and it grated like nails against a chalk board on her skin.

Still, the library was open, coffee on and Anemone pacing the aisles, something slightly... off, in her eyes. The library aide was in... you just might not be talking to the one that's usually on-duty on Tuesdays. At least, not completely.

[The OCD is in the House!]