#hewillnevervisit

"Oh, don't worry, pal. I always hold up my end of a deal."

Maxwell's sharp, toothy smile makes him look almost as fox-like as the Librarian himself. He's extended a blackened, claw-tipped hand, waiting for the other to shake on their trade.

Knowledge for knowledge.

Max has, as always, worded the terms of their arrangement such that he's not technically lying. He's promised the Librarian that, in return for teaching Max the secrets of his own studies, the magician will transcribe a portion of his Codex from memory for the Librarian to keep.

...Maxwell may have neglected to mention that the Codex Umbra is fully encrypted, but, hey, a little deciphering should be nothing for one so well-acquainted with books, right?

Levitating the offensive pamphlet from SP*T in the air in front of him, Aurelius wrinkles his nose in distaste before climbing out his office window. He and the piece of paper fly a good distance away from the clinic before he lands on a random street corner and its friendly neighborhood trashcan.

He can't fathom disposing of such filth on Sanctus grounds—it would only foul up the atmosphere.

With a snap of his fingers, the pamphlet catches on fire, burning away into ashes that slowly trickle their way into the trash. But as if by fate, an errant breeze catches a corner of flaming paper and carries it away...

...into a pile of (flammable) paperbacks currently being carried by a certain Librarian fox.

The warm - hot actually, but warm for him - water feels nice enough that Wukong doesn't even mind that he's sinked down again, weighted down by his stone body. He's considering taking an underwater nap when someone steps into the hot spring next to him. Great, company. And here he thought picking an hour when most people aren't awake yet might spare him. With a groan, he surfaces, shaking the wet fur out of his eyes.

"Hey, you mind? I was here first."

Or maybe he's staring at the giant cross sitting in his booth with him.

"He's, I'unno, like, my brother. Or somethin'. The owner. Annoyin' ass brother."

"'m just a humble undertaker eatin' his breakfast 'fore work." A pause in the act, "You come here for the coffee a lot?"

"A long, elegant snout -- lovely dark fur, and cutting quite the intimidating silhouette as tall as he is! Whenever I think of foxes, though, I can't help but think of ghost stories."

The Librarian will be dropped for you!

Placed on hiatus for you!