Cole Evans {Ichabod Crane} (blackcatsrbad) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-02-12 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | ichabod crane, red riding hood |
Who: Boyd and Cole
What: A random meeting EDIT: And love advice, courtesy of Miss Ainslie
Where: 6th floor hallway
When: Backdated a bit to the evening, a few hours after this.
Warnings: It's Cole. Really.
After trying - and failing miserably - to mark some papers, Cole had ultimately given up and decided to go for a walk. It was on said walk that he'd stopped in a bookstore, and it was only reasonable that he came out with about five new ones - two paperback and three hardcover - to show for it. He was a compulsive book buyer, the same way some girls were compulsive buyers in general. He couldn't help it, and besides, it was his way of keeping his mind of things. A certain person, actually, but specifics weren't needed.
The elevator wouldn't come when he pressed the button so he'd had to take the stairs, but when he got to the fourth floor the bag holding his books decided to break. Cole somehow managed to make it to the sixth floor before his carefully balanced stack slid out of his arms like a Jenga tower collapsing, the books hitting the floor with loud thumps.
Perfect. He groaned, rolling his eyes and kneeling to pick them up. Stupid, shiny slippery covers. He was cursing under his breath without even realizing it, his frustration from before only growing with each passing second.