There are only a few lone soles among the tables, books spread out and open in front of them, some napping, others playing on their phone, all blatantly ignoring the work in front of them. And there’s plenty of open tables that Marci can park himself at, let himself get lost right into the newest mobile game just like the others, but he doesn’t. Instead, he bypasses each of these students, murmuring a soft greeting to some as they smile up as he goes, and heads straight to the back little reading nook, the one that’s sort of out of sight and way too secluded for the students own behaviour. 

And sure enough, that’s where he finds her. 

Meme status: Accepting!! 

Marcello laughed. He took a minute to finish his line, looked up at the girl sitting across from him and laughed a little bit too loud for the library. He was supposed to be studying– the only semi-empty table being the one where Hope had parked herself and Marci wasted no time in making himself comfortable right across from here. 

The librarian from the desk shot him a scolding look that had him shrinking a little in his seat, but his laugh only dying to a giggle. “I’m sorry.” A quick apology as he ripped the page out of his notebook, the page he had just spent the last hour working on. “It’s not something I can really help.” A light shrug of his shoulders and he wasn’t taking her words very seriously. 

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❝ Us? Of course, we are. ❞ She laughs quietly. A playful little smile forming on her lips as she stared at the other.  ❝ We are meant to be no matter what. Otherwise we wouldn’t be friends, don’t you think so Camille? ❞ The orange haired female arched an eyebrow, her gaze never leaving the other’s. Hope licked her lower lip, the playful smile never leaving her lips. Camille knew her for who she truthfully was– she didn’t know her for the innocent little bunny she pretended to be.

❝ You see, you wouldn’t know me for how I truthfully am if we weren’t meant to be. You can’t be fooled what so ever by the cutesy and innocent facade I put up for everyone everyday. ❞

it’s amusing, really. camille hasn’t had this much fun in a while. though her heart ached too often around other people, hope was -- well, she lived up to her name. camille isn’t too fazed by the dual act; it's natural in the world that she lives in, and where she was raised, and where she was born. heck, she’s putting up one of her own right now, though not many could see through it. she’s extremely good at hiding things that shouldn’t be seen, after all.