[ David's still getting to grips with the layout of this place – there are a lot of winding corridors, doors that look similar but lead to different places. He's working on a map in his head as he walks, but that means walking slowly, taking in the details, committing his turns to memory.
He gets to the library within his little ten minute appointed window, but he's been dawdling. ]
[ Predictably (super everything and all), Maeve beats David to the library. She dresses casually in jeans and a jumper, her light jacket draped over a nearby armchair. Even before David rounds the entry, she hears his heartbeat in her ears and peers out from behind a dusty shelf. ]
Stopping to smell the roses?
[ taking in the small wonders of this life before it’s cut short? Fair enough, considering how quickly people are dropping. ]
[ His heartbeat is very slow and even, on the low end of resting. He leans against a shelf, arms folded over his chest, casting a look around the space and then back to her. ]
I only came in here once to ask for somethin' from that little request box. Haven't spent much time browsin' the shelves, I gotta admit.
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He gets to the library within his little ten minute appointed window, but he's been dawdling. ]
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Stopping to smell the roses?
[ taking in the small wonders of this life before it’s cut short? Fair enough, considering how quickly people are dropping. ]
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[ His heartbeat is very slow and even, on the low end of resting. He leans against a shelf, arms folded over his chest, casting a look around the space and then back to her. ]
I only came in here once to ask for somethin' from that little request box. Haven't spent much time browsin' the shelves, I gotta admit.