#saffronist

Sure thing!  Since we’re a day late you get one extra day, so turn her in by the 20th!

You’re name’s not on the list, but there is a watercress on the list. I highly doubt you’re an aquatic leafy green that people eat? I’ll see what I can do for that water boi of yours. Come see me on June 29th.

welcome back! follow everyone you’ve missed in your time away and have a good time! 

▲ - breathless with his cheeks dusted pink from the autumn wind, the battle frontier placed a hand over his mouth to cover up an incoming yawn. it was the early morning, the sun just starting to warm the frigid air, and hopefully the time ensured the availability of the books he required. the library was smaller than what he was used to, sometimes he found trouble requiring the books he needed. however, the quiet rooms and respectful customers had him coming back whenever he needed those precious hours of silence.

the doors swung shut and thorton took some time to fix his outrageous hairline before scouting out the book he needed. as suspected, there were little to no other patrons which made it easy it to find the psychic subject row the book was located at; only a single copy left on the shelf, he recalled thanks to his trusty recorder and the library's catalog.

He started to scan for the location number which he easily memorized, counting the numbers under his breath. With a soft 'Ah-ha! when he found the matching number, Thorton gleefully reached for the book...only to find...

another hand already there. claiming it. a scoff of indignation and a mouth set in a concerned line, Thorton tried to not let disappointment color his whispered words as he addressed the hand, not so much the person attached to it.

⯈ "There must have been an error. I hope you understand, this book will find better, fulfillment in my capable hands." ⯇

No puns intended. Really, he didn't do puns.