We should try somewhere else, then. Maybe over there.
*turning around to look at another group of shelves, he doesn't see one of the books from the camp section start to slip threateningly off the shelf... as though moving on its own...*
[ is still for a split second, then closes the distance to his raised arm and hauls Charles out of the way just as the book snaps at the space where he was standing ]
*freezes when the book snaps in his direction but doesn't draw his hand back. waits a moment, then takes another step toward it and slowly lowers himself into a crouch*
*rolls over onto his back, hugging the book tightly to his chest with both arms -- and looks up at Erik, a little surprised in turn, before bursting into a grin back at him*
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once it's off the shelf and in his hands, it's pretty clearly some sort of illustrated inter-species sex manual*
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[ just smirks like a bastard and waits to see what you'll do with it ]
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What's up on the top shelf?
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The Care and Feeding of Camp Fauna ]
I believe we're in the section with books specific to this place.
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*turning around to look at another group of shelves, he doesn't see one of the books from the camp section start to slip threateningly off the shelf... as though moving on its own...*
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That's- The book!
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Careful.
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Are they alive?
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[ releases him, still watching carefully, though not for any errant books ]
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What else? Has a mind of its own like that, that is.
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I'm not going to pull you out of the way if it attacks again.
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I know to expect it this time, though.
What does the cabin do? It didn't seem strange last night.
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*just slightly more than arm's-reach away from the book, he slowly starts to reach out a hand toward it, eyes intensely focused on his target*
Where do you live?
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Nowhere.
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That's impossible. You have to be somewhere.
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*scoots forward close enough to touch -- and the book flips around to snap at him-
-so he full-body tackles it*
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