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[thekingsgambit]

[This afternoon finds one failemp in his usual haunt in the library, practically walled in by piles of books on the occult. Yet, the laptop in front of him reveals only a blank page. He stares harder at the open curse book at his side, as if he could will the words to stop swimming together in his head. Thus far, he has managed little success.]

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[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Staring back at screen again before slowly starting to grab some of the books to form smaller piles, tone dropping...]

... Fine. It... makes sense to split up the research in any case.

[ascendthethorns]

[seeeeeeeeeeeething]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Stillll moving those books. Looooong pause.]

... That was a mistake. I should not have brought it up.

[ascendthethorns]

You are learning.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Okay, closing that laptop.]

I should go back to the cabin. Did you want to take one last look at these before that?

[ascendthethorns]

No.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[Selecting one of the piles and moving its contents, along with the laptop, into a knapsack by his chair before attempting to heft the bag onto his shoulder, with a slightly winded huff.]

[ascendthethorns]

[watching to see if he can manage]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Moooostly?]

[ascendthethorns]

[Takes a seat elsewhere, then.]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Once he manages the weight, he turns as if to say something and then presses his lips shut and turns back around to go...]

[ascendthethorns]

[is not going to engage him while he's in guilt-ridden retreat mode]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Is going to make his escape to go continue to fail at concentration. :|b]