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✦ My favorite thing about them ? : She's quiet -- she doesn't bother me when I'm doing something I consider to be important. Vincent, however.✦ My least favorite thing about them ? : There isn't anything particular that comes to mind. She's pretty okay.

✦ Do I find them attractive ? : What the hell kind of question is that ?! ✦ Are we friends ? : Acquaintances.  ✦ Would I date them ? : Absolutely not. ✦ Would I marry them ? : I -- I'm not even thinking of marriage right now -- no. ✦ Would I have children with them ? : She's a child.  ✦ Would I die for them ? : I thinking living for someone is better than dying for them -- so no.

∰ ╾ his footfalls echo off of polished hard wood,           a    book    cradled  in his hands though cyan           blue    squints  to see the fine black print. the           curtains  are drawn at this hour, blocking out           what    little    light    remained    as    the  sun            descended on  the    horizon.    he's    always            hated this particular corridor.

                                not only was it lacking a buffer of sound, a                                 carpet   of the some kind to prevent sound                                 from    ricocheting   sharply off of the walls                                 ( something which made sneaking in and                                 out of the library tricky unless you decided                                 to    forgo the shoes ), but the lighting was                                 awful.    terrible  on the eyes and without a                                 sense of quiet -- maybe he was irrational                                 to pitch a fit about a hallway.

                      however, that didn't mean he kept his trap                       shut  at dinner when he managed to get a                       word    in.    but    there    are    much more                        important     things    to    be    pissy    over                       (    vanessa's    words,   not his ), and he's                        really   not in the mood to work himself up                       over it so close to supper.

           so he'll lift his thumb from the page he            was   scanning, pinching at the bridge            of     his   nose with a sigh. in short, he            was    exhausted,  fatigued from a day            of  doing a whole lot of nothing. but as            he    clicks down the corridor, he's not            tired  enough to overlook the flickering            shadow    from    the corner of his eye.            pausing,    he    looks to his left, a soft            frown settled onto his face.

                                ❝ ---- echo ? ❞

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