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[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

WHO: Mytho and Joey
WHERE: Some library somewhere
WHEN: Earlier Monday before Joker's BS
WARNINGS: Derpyness
SUMMARY: Mytho has derped off to the library while Fakir's asleep from being sick and spots a familiar face
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whateva' after.



Fakir had been sleeping a lot since he had told Mytho he was sick and staying home with him had ended in Fakir telling Mytho in no uncertain terms that the best way to help was no try and help.

So Mytho had sat beside his knight, reading for most of the day.

But this lead to the problem: he was out of what to read and Fakir was still asleep.

Which was how Mytho was now at the library, just in his button down shirt and yoga pants. Thankfully he had also remembered his shoes and teleporting had taken care of the need for the his often forgotten coat.

He looked up at the rows of books in front of him, searching for a title he hadn't read yet.

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[unlikefather.livejournal.com]

Joey had made a habit out of frequenting the library, even when there was nothing to look up for school. That disruption with the Porter had maybe made it less ritualistic, but he got back into the habit well enough.

For the most part, it was art books. The old masters, assorted how-tos, and the sometimes incomprehensible modern work...it was a series of jumping off points. Things to prompt him to put his pencil to paper and create again. Maybe, he figured, the more he looked, the better chance he had of inspiration to strike.

That's what had him there on Sunday, sitting on the floor with a large picture book in his lap, stacks next to him tall enough to prop his elbow comfortably as he rummaged, wondering why Renaissance work all seemed to have tired eyes...

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Having located a new book, Mytho was heading for the circulation desk when he paused, noticing the familiar figure sitting on the floor. After a moment of watching, he approached. "Art books...?" he asked softly.

[unlikefather.livejournal.com]

Joey blinked at the pair of feet stopping in front of him and looked up. A brief moment passes and recognition clicks in--The storybook person! His face gives away his acknowledgement as he nods enthusiastically and waves.

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A very faint smile graced Mytho's lips at the reaction and he moves to sit down next to one of the stacks. He was familiar with art, as it was a section of the school, but only in a passing fashion. "Are you studying it...?"

[unlikefather.livejournal.com]

It had been a while since Joey had heard this boy's whispery voice over the comm--it was good to know he seemed to be alright. At least, that's what he hoped: it was hard to tell for sure.

As for the question, Joey gave a halfhearted shrug. Not so much studying, as...Well. He scratched the back of his neck a moment, lifting his notebook from one of the stacks and opening to a fresh page.

'Trying to get better' he writes.

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It was very rare indeed when Mytho spoke to the com, still not quite sure what he thought about the strange box that held people who didn't seem real.

He gave a small nod. "Like watching others dance to learn from it..." he interpreted.

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Joey tilted his head a bit, nodding. This fellow was a dancer--the simile made sense. There was little else to explain about his own reasons for being here; Joey raised his eyebrows in inquiry, gesturing to the book that Mytho himself had in hand.

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Mytho followed the gesture, looking at the book as well. The illustration on the worn cover made it easy to guess that it was a fairy tale or fantastic story, with the image of a prince and princess looking over the horizon. "I haven't read this one," Mytho explained.

[unlikefather.livejournal.com]

From where Joseph sat, he could see the crowns and a flourishing border that seemed to suit any fairy tale. He should have guessed. After all, Mytho himself had said he was from a story; whether that was true or not was hard to say.

He pointed a finger towards the back of the book and made a turning gesture with his wrist: if there was any text to summarize the story, perhaps Joey would recognize it.

Make up what you want if you want, I have no idea what he grabed, Princess Bride or something :D

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Mytho blinked a moment at the gesture before holding out the book.

FAIR ENOUGH

[unlikefather.livejournal.com]

Joey turned it just enough to read the words right side up, immediately catching glimpse of the bolded title. Princess Bride, huh? He'd never heard of it before...

'How many do you think you've read?' he asks, turning his own notebook for easier reading.

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Mytho fell quiet a long moment, as if thinking, before he spoke. "I don't know..." he reflected. "Most of the ones here..."

[unlikefather.livejournal.com]

'Are they like your story?'

If he really was from one...maybe Joey would recognize it in some way.

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Mytho shook his head. "They have princes... but no Ravens... The princes in other stories fight dragons to rescue the princess..."