She was so happy in a place like this. Books upon shelves upon shelves upon shelves of adventures, philosophies, horrors, romances, and every little other thing in between. Though this wasn't a particularly large library, they had quite the selection, and Reikki was very pleased that her decision to make a detour here was one well made.
'What shall I get, what shall I get...' The Nightsister was slowly walking down the romance aisle while she ran the pads of her fingers over book bindings. She wanted to read something new, though nothing too out there. Maybe a secretary who falls in love with her CEO boss... or a star-crossed lovers romance...
The possibilities were endless, she just had to decide on no more than three. Returning books to libraries across the galaxy was hard enough, so she planned to chill out here for a week or so and spend most of it flipping pages.
"Um, excuse me? Ma'am? Where are your historical romances?" Reikki approached the librarian anxiously, her hands clasped firmly behind her back as she looked down at the elderly human woman behind the desk.
"Right next to the historical records section," she answered with the gravelly voice of a lifelong smoker. "There's a distinct marker to separate the fictional section from the nonfictional one." Reikki nodded her thanks and headed that way.
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'What shall I get, what shall I get...' The Nightsister was slowly walking down the romance aisle while she ran the pads of her fingers over book bindings. She wanted to read something new, though nothing too out there. Maybe a secretary who falls in love with her CEO boss... or a star-crossed lovers romance...
The possibilities were endless, she just had to decide on no more than three. Returning books to libraries across the galaxy was hard enough, so she planned to chill out here for a week or so and spend most of it flipping pages.
"Um, excuse me? Ma'am? Where are your historical romances?" Reikki approached the librarian anxiously, her hands clasped firmly behind her back as she looked down at the elderly human woman behind the desk.
"Right next to the historical records section," she answered with the gravelly voice of a lifelong smoker. "There's a distinct marker to separate the fictional section from the nonfictional one." Reikki nodded her thanks and headed that way.
@Altaris[/color]
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