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Title: Candies
Characters: Allen forsakenpierrot; O P E N and I'll love you if you join
Location: Library
Rating: N/A
Summary: Allen needs to meet people; but, really, he can't do that very well if he stays cooped up in a library, can he?
Day/Time: Day 53
..I'll make smaller posts..? -shot'd-
He knew he shouldn't; so that was why Allen was hunched over in his secluded corner at an overcast section of the library rather than near the front entrance.
The teen was currently curled up comfortably on top of a squishy seat that was probably more likely to be half-broken than not--because all the other ones around it were supposedly identical to the one he was sitting on, except they were too stiff to have been there long when he sat on them. [He would know; he'd tried all of them before picking the one beside the lamp and the table.] But comfy seat aside, he was too busy peering over the large stacks of books around him to watch for anyone approaching to notice what a ridiculous, adorable picture he made, sleepiness still apparent in his eyes and his appearance too rumpled to be of any aid if he was accused of having fallen asleep during his job.
Letting out a soft yawn, he drowsily fumbled for a pair of thin black-rimmed reading glasses with one hand while he rubbed his eyes with the other. Surprisingly enough, he managed to retrieve his glasses without knocking over anything else; and with a sleepy half-smile of contentment, he awkwardly put on his glasses with a bit of effort. He blinked a bit, then the world slid back into focus again as he leaned back with careful attention to the book spread open over his chest, catching a corner as it slid off his white shirt and attempted to make a dive for the cushions to his side. The book was then returned to the table to be with its brethren, wedged into a small space that wasn't occupied.
His task done, Allen almost fell back asleep for a moment; but then a thought occurred to him and he jumped, catching himself as he felt a pain in his neck for moving too fast. With a wince and a rub at the approximate spot the pain was originating at, he leaned over from his seat to feel around under the table.
The feeling of cold metal chilled his skin, followed by a happy noise from the librarian; with one last guilty look around, he pulled out the small hand-crafted tin of candies from under a covering. Popping off the lid, he poked around the mass of multi-colored sweets before swiping two lemon-yellow candies from the container and discreetly slipping them into his mouth. Technically, he wasn't supposed to have anything of the like while he was working, but…well, he had an abnormally large appetite that refused to be sated by a mere three meals a day.
And, besides; he needed cheering up from not having been able to find his contacts earlier that morning, because looking down at his feet or his floor every time he'd had to talk to someone was really taking a toll on his neck. He didn't particularly mind going without his contacts--but, really, he was so used to them, and having his regular routine disrupted was a bit unnerving, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
Ah, well; at least he still had his glove.
Characters: Allen forsakenpierrot; O P E N and I'll love you if you join
Location: Library
Rating: N/A
Summary: Allen needs to meet people; but, really, he can't do that very well if he stays cooped up in a library, can he?
Day/Time: Day 53
..I'll make smaller posts..? -shot'd-
He knew he shouldn't; so that was why Allen was hunched over in his secluded corner at an overcast section of the library rather than near the front entrance.
The teen was currently curled up comfortably on top of a squishy seat that was probably more likely to be half-broken than not--because all the other ones around it were supposedly identical to the one he was sitting on, except they were too stiff to have been there long when he sat on them. [He would know; he'd tried all of them before picking the one beside the lamp and the table.] But comfy seat aside, he was too busy peering over the large stacks of books around him to watch for anyone approaching to notice what a ridiculous, adorable picture he made, sleepiness still apparent in his eyes and his appearance too rumpled to be of any aid if he was accused of having fallen asleep during his job.
Letting out a soft yawn, he drowsily fumbled for a pair of thin black-rimmed reading glasses with one hand while he rubbed his eyes with the other. Surprisingly enough, he managed to retrieve his glasses without knocking over anything else; and with a sleepy half-smile of contentment, he awkwardly put on his glasses with a bit of effort. He blinked a bit, then the world slid back into focus again as he leaned back with careful attention to the book spread open over his chest, catching a corner as it slid off his white shirt and attempted to make a dive for the cushions to his side. The book was then returned to the table to be with its brethren, wedged into a small space that wasn't occupied.
His task done, Allen almost fell back asleep for a moment; but then a thought occurred to him and he jumped, catching himself as he felt a pain in his neck for moving too fast. With a wince and a rub at the approximate spot the pain was originating at, he leaned over from his seat to feel around under the table.
The feeling of cold metal chilled his skin, followed by a happy noise from the librarian; with one last guilty look around, he pulled out the small hand-crafted tin of candies from under a covering. Popping off the lid, he poked around the mass of multi-colored sweets before swiping two lemon-yellow candies from the container and discreetly slipping them into his mouth. Technically, he wasn't supposed to have anything of the like while he was working, but…well, he had an abnormally large appetite that refused to be sated by a mere three meals a day.
And, besides; he needed cheering up from not having been able to find his contacts earlier that morning, because looking down at his feet or his floor every time he'd had to talk to someone was really taking a toll on his neck. He didn't particularly mind going without his contacts--but, really, he was so used to them, and having his regular routine disrupted was a bit unnerving, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
Ah, well; at least he still had his glove.