PC: CALEB

[headmt]

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[headmt]

[Molly can be smart when he wants to be smart. But only about day drinking.

If he notices Caleb watching him, he doesn't show it ... but he's got a pretty good passive perception. If you're being more gay I am too, his tail definitely swishes more to try and get him to stare at his ass. Do it coward.

Anyway, making his way to one of those study rooms. That seems a decent enough place to take a nap? He is not checking it out through the system or anything, fuck that.]

[katzepaw]

[He does it. Though he's wearing a big coat so I don't know how that's possible.

Cool, going into the study room with him. Sitting down and getting out his book.]

[headmt]

[He's not. He's in that stupid kittycat jacket, which is short. Caleb's in Molly's coat, unless he changed back like some sort of coward. Molly does exactly as he said he would and just flops out on the sofa in there - I'm assuming there is one. There were at USC so who am I to say.

But he did say he liked the pestering, so,]

Anything good?

[katzepaw]

[You're right, I stand corrected. Anyway, showing him. . . some weird book on time travel and physics.]

If you're interested in this sort of thing.

[headmt]

[He looks over and squints at the title. I will say he's probably actually much improved on his reading in the weeks here. The whole text-to-speech thing is actually really useful with that and he's been doing a fair bit of it. He's always eventually been able to pick out words after a while, but he's faster now. So, still sorta bad at it and not much into reading for fun, but not so much of a struggle.]

... Honestly, can't say it's my bag.

[katzepaw]

Maybe we find something you like a little more?

[headmt]

Such as?

[katzepaw]

[The corner of his lips turn up into an amused smile.]

Such as a book you might enjoy, is what I meant.

[Calm down, horny.]

[headmt]

Ugh.

[literally no he hasn't gotten laid in like. over a month. the longest dry spell he's ever had it's terrible here.]

Fine. Such as?

[katzepaw]

Well, now I'm curious about your suggestion.

[headmt]

[It was definitely horny.]

Are you really?

[katzepaw]

[Blinking a little, and then looking away, as though he has no idea what this is about.]

Somewhat curious.

[headmt]

[ Just giving him a flat look for a second because he absolutely doesn't believe Mr. 20 Intelligence is not picking this up.]

A private room in this place is sort of hard to find, you know.

[katzepaw]

[No, it's not credible.]

We are in one now, but. . . I would really prefer not to be kicked out of the library. So that is a problem.

[headmt]

[ Now the flat look has turned into one that's exuding tch, coward. ]

You do have to get caught to get kicked out.

[katzepaw]

[Gesturing to all of the windows.]

There's a decent enough chance of that. . .

[headmt]

[Yea the windows are what make it fun and dangerous though.]

Always willing to find the flaw in my great plan, while never offering one of your own ...

[katzepaw]

So right now, the two plans are read a book while you take a nap, or sex in public.

Maybe there's something more in the middle. . . ?

[headmt]

[He does note the objection to banging seems to mostly stem from the "in public" part? Hello?

Thinking, thinking. Tail thwapping the couch.]

Go make out somewhere private?

[katzepaw]

[Leaning on his hand a little, nodding.]

That sounds like a bit of a compromise.

[headmt]

[Just, immediately sitting up, grabbing his things,]

Alright, then fuck this place - no offense - where the hells is private? Fuck!

[katzepaw]

Sit back down.

[He's getting up and walking over to the couch he's on, sitting down. Moving a big stack of books across the table in front of them, obstructing some of the view from the windows.]

[headmt]

[Immediately sitting back down? I guess the real compromise is some semi-public makeouts.]

Risking the library and everything ...

[katzepaw]

Shh. I have more student experience than you. Only place better is a stairwell.

[He's pretty sure he won't get permanently library banned as long as the pants stay on. Pushing a hand against his chest, just a little.]

[headmt]

[He's wriggling out of the stupid child's kittycat coat, tossing it off. Somewhere. He's grinning wider and wider as he seems to actually process that he thinks he's won the 50% shot he gave himself on getting a fondling out of this? He's so impressed with himself? It's probably a little annoying. He drops to a whisper, as appropriate for a library.]

I will defer to your expertise, Mr. Caleb.

[Leaning forward into his hand, reaching over to run his claws over the collar of his own coat that's currently still on (?) Caleb.]