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Room 504, Thursday Evening
Oct. 27th, 2011 12:37 pmSo Wesley had books. Lots of books. And they were... interesting.
By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.
"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh."
Yeah. Totally blushing.
[[Open door and post, expecting one. I'm a jerk.]]
By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.
"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh."
Yeah. Totally blushing.
[[Open door and post, expecting one. I'm a jerk.]]
