[ it's... pretty much the room ajay might have expected. kind of like the library you'd expect to find the main villain of a spy thriller in, but he can't deny that it's also pretty damn cozy. the kind of place where someone might want to burrow in and refuse to come back out, where the civil war tearing the country apart outside seems like little more than a distant nightmare.
and instead of sitting, he lets himself linger near one of the bookshelves, fingertips skimming the titles. it's an odd assortment with no rhyme or reason that he can tell, but... he hesitates over one, and then there's a disbelieving little laugh. ]
Is this --? [ handsome sentient food pounds my butt and turns me gay. ] You have Chuck Tingler in your library?
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and instead of sitting, he lets himself linger near one of the bookshelves, fingertips skimming the titles. it's an odd assortment with no rhyme or reason that he can tell, but... he hesitates over one, and then there's a disbelieving little laugh. ]
Is this --? [ handsome sentient food pounds my butt and turns me gay. ] You have Chuck Tingler in your library?