With his pencil ruthlessly kidnapped, Victor scowled a bit at his unfinished page. It wasn't essential for him to finish it at this very moment. However, his odium for such procrastination reminded him of what irritation was supposed to feel like.
The dour librarian leaned back into his large office chair; it'd have to wait, he supposed. Though his steely blue-grey eyes lifted to examine his pencil's captor, scrutinizing the lithe figure, the long flamboyant mass of colorful hair.
Victor mused.
"Where's your tattoo?" he inquired obscurely after a moment, his eyes looking him up and down, noncommittal. "To be honest, I wouldn't have pegged you as the prison bitch initially."
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Date: 2007-04-22 03:04 am (UTC)The dour librarian leaned back into his large office chair; it'd have to wait, he supposed. Though his steely blue-grey eyes lifted to examine his pencil's captor, scrutinizing the lithe figure, the long flamboyant mass of colorful hair.
Victor mused.
"Where's your tattoo?" he inquired obscurely after a moment, his eyes looking him up and down, noncommittal. "To be honest, I wouldn't have pegged you as the prison bitch initially."