so much more to this than he ever knew

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[he's in one of the more secluded areas of the library, surrounded by literally dozens of books. they all have something to do with the Heart in some way- both regular and metaphysical. he's got one of them open in front of him, a notebook full of cramped writing resting slightly on top of it as he goes between them, reading and then jotting notes down. someone's quite busy. feel free to bother him~.]

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[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*drops a stack of papers in front of you*

I hope you're glad I crippled myself.

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[glances up, pushing his glasses back up to keep them from slipping off, and smirks faintly.]

Quite. Considering how this may benefit you, you should not be so bothered by it.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Eh, don't take away my complaining privileges. It's fun.

*sits down and opens up a home improvement magazine*

I need to get this icon without the words. *sigh*

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[starts sorting through the papers, brows drawn together.]

I will take your word for it.

XD;; my Vexen icons tend to have words, too

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*just relaxes then, flipping through his magazine*

Tell me if you don't understand something. I tried to remember you're not familiar with my world, but I think I got sloppy with some stuff. It's easier to explain it out loud.

[theearthand-sky.livejournal.com]

[HEY REMEMBER HER VEXEN 8D looking up at you now.]

What're you doing?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[OH HEY IT'S THE drug induced talking animal hallucination TALKING LION. THING. pauses in note-taking to glance down at her.]

Research.

[theearthand-sky.livejournal.com]

[hey, she's not a hallucination ): whatever that is.]

Can I help?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[says the hallucination.]

I believe there would be very little you could assist with.

[theearthand-sky.livejournal.com]

[does she have to trip him again to prove otherwise.]

How come?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[pretty focused on his work, probably won't notice him until a noise is made.]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Do it and you're picking them all up.

[doesn't look up from his notes.]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

So...There are multiples.

[You are the second Vexen he has seen... Fascinating yet terrifying in it's own way. ]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[pauses, pen poised above the paper, and looks over. hm, unfamiliar person.]

Quite.

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

Hmm...

[That was certainly no way to greet him. Especially since technically, Xaldin was a Superior. At least respond in a full sentence... ]

Is that all you have to say?

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

Should I have more to?

[goes back to his notes. he's just a teacher; his only 'superior' was technically the headmaster of the school he was going to teach at.]

[dreadedwind.livejournal.com]

[Well Xaldin doesn't know that, so he just scowls at you. ]

If i am not mistaken, I am above you, so i expect a certain level of respect...

[nagaxel]

[having one of those weird days, so he's seeking out people he's familiar with, and has followed Vexen's scent in here despite the fact that Vexen might still be mad at him. so here he comes, sliding between the bookcases, and-- oops, knocks some books over with his tail. is too big to function well in here. :c]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

[glances up and over at the noise, removing his glasses and massaging the bridge of his nose.]

What are you doing in the library?

[nagaxel]

[yeah, just... leaves it. moves closer, stopping far enough away that there's no chance of messing up any of Vexen's piles or anything.]

Wanted ssome company. [flicks tongue briefly. ew, coffeesmell.]

[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

I will not be very good company. I doubt I will be paying you much attention.

[replaces his glasses, already turning back to his book.]

[nagaxel]

[studies him silently for a moment, and then moves slowly away to a couch on the other side of the table, draping himself on it even though he barely fits, tail hanging over the arm of it. blinks drowsily, because it's nice and warm and comfy in here; doesn't appear to be paying all that much attention to Vexen, apart from glancing over once in a while.]