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bravenewworld2014-01-24 12:58 pm
highliber) wrote in bravenewworld2014-01-24 12:58 pm
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A nice little perk of working at the Union Central Library is that one of the best known coffee houses in town is right across the street, Cafe Marellia. When the stifling dust and quiet gets to be too much for Zarvora, she occasionally takes her work outside to finish with a cup of coffee or tea and some mindless chatter surrounding her like white noise. During such excursions, her fletchling, Charles, would dart around enjoying the comparatively open space and catching bugs out of the air.
Today Zarvora was extra focused on the book she had, occasionally adding to a huge sprawling flowchart of symbolic logic in the notebook lying on the table before her. Her brow is furrowed with what might be intense concentration and might be irritation at the couple seated at the table directly behind her, who are lost in each other's eyes, exchanging sickeningly adorable pet names in between rounds of noisy kissing.
At "My Sweet Fromage" she slammed her pen down and turned around to glare at the couple, who looked up in surprise. "If you're going to call each other names without having the decency of doing it in private, at least stick to ones that makes sense! Fromage isn't a kind of flower, it's an old word for cheese, but with how oxygen starved your brains must be by now I'm not surprised you didn't know that!"
She sat back down, surrounded by an aura of irritation that left her unaware of the rude looks she was now getting by about half the room, and tried to get back into her work.
Today Zarvora was extra focused on the book she had, occasionally adding to a huge sprawling flowchart of symbolic logic in the notebook lying on the table before her. Her brow is furrowed with what might be intense concentration and might be irritation at the couple seated at the table directly behind her, who are lost in each other's eyes, exchanging sickeningly adorable pet names in between rounds of noisy kissing.
At "My Sweet Fromage" she slammed her pen down and turned around to glare at the couple, who looked up in surprise. "If you're going to call each other names without having the decency of doing it in private, at least stick to ones that makes sense! Fromage isn't a kind of flower, it's an old word for cheese, but with how oxygen starved your brains must be by now I'm not surprised you didn't know that!"
She sat back down, surrounded by an aura of irritation that left her unaware of the rude looks she was now getting by about half the room, and tried to get back into her work.