#fictionul

he made it. only just. but this time, he made it. the library wasn't closed yet and he'd be able to get this stupid book out of his life and back to rotting on the shelf it belonged. he'd been awake for twenty hours, trying to force his way through a shift and keep from ripping the book up the spine. "excuse me. where can i dump this thing? bloody unhelpful, honestly. if you guys didn't have fees i'd-" maybe it was time to stop. so the self help book he'd checked out earlier in the week proved... hurtful, to say the least. "seriously, can you get this thing away from me. as soon as possible."

"i'm sorry to bother you but-" bruno without hesitation steps into the other's personal space, squinting and pointing into the sky with a curiosity akin to... fear? or confusion? "do you see the star at the end of orion, there? the flickering one?" somehow, technology still made little sense to him, though many had explained the concept of satellites to him before. maybe he was just born too late. "it feels unnatural... don't you think?" maybe the isolation was getting to him, a haze seeming to block just enough to keep him guessing.

regulus was not a regular at the club, if anything, he actively avoided it. though with the day he had maybe he deserved it. having a book thrown in his direction was not the start to the day he'd hoped for, especially with his nerves already sky high at the prospect of leaving a gift on another teacher's desk. maybe he'd spent too much time around his students. "do you have any suggestions? i'm not very- i know nothing about alcohol- basically."