- Messages
- 79
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Gay
- Age
- 59
For the most part, Colin enjoyed his job. As an assistant librarian he could spend his entire day around the literature he adored, and find satisfaction in placing returns perfectly on the shelves, all while helping readers find and check out any books they needed. He felt as if he were playing a small part in sharing knowledge and literature to the community and it warmed his heart, helping him deal with most of the stresses he faced while working. However feeling so content with his role was never always enough to drown out the stress of dealing with his boss, a judgemental elderly man that was not as open minded about sharing knowledge to everyone, in the same way Colin was. Usually it was shown as a raising of the eyebrow or a condescending tone of voice, although that day the man’s judgement was more direct, in asking Colin to check out a motorcycle that had been parked outside the library all day. A vehicle of any kind outside of a library was nothing Colin thought was worth fussing about, especially not when paired with the assumption it must have been owned by a drunk biker, as explained by his boss, but Colin nevertheless needed to cater to the whim of checking it out to give the man he worked for peace of mind.
The bike was eerily familiar, and Colin had an inkling it was too similar to James’ bike to be a coincidence, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he returned to his boss’ office, while brushing some of the water from his jacket where he had been rained on. He quickly assured his boss only the bike was there and it should be nothing to worry about, before returning to his previous task of placing all the returns on their appropriate shelves. It was calming to take out such a mundane task, and as usual Colin allowed his imagination to flourish as he wandered the library with books in his arms, feeling the strain of carrying them lessen as he put each one away. So caught up in his mind, Colin had not put too much thought to the idea of the bike out front being similar to James; nor amidst the quiet environment had he noticed the exact man was curled up on a beanbag in the room he was working in. At least not until he turned to place his last book on the shelf, to finally see James from the corner of his eye. Brows furrowed with confusion, Colin put the book away and walked to where James was sleeping, noting all the various Shakespeare books scattered around him. It wasn’t difficult for Colin to connect the dots and gather this was James reading all of Colin’s recommendations. “Um, James?” Colin said quietly, wanting to wake him up, but also not wanting to draw the attention of his boss, who would surely not be pleased with this development.
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