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[oraculi]

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[uncurtained]

[From her spot near a bookcase, she looks towards him with a smile.]

Sure have. [Because she's been here for a while already, honestly.] Are you looking for recommendations? I've got a few.

[Although...]

Not all of it is that poorly written. I mean, unless you definitely want a good dose of escapism from what [or who!] you're already doing.

[oraculi]

I'll take a recommendation or two, sure.

[He comes towards her, but then grins a little.]

Is that what you're trying to do here? Escapism?

[uncurtained]

Well, what kind of stories do you like? Or are you more a poetry kind of person?

[She gives a small shrug, glancing back to the row of books.]

I don't know. It's not a bad distraction, but... I liked it even before I came here, obviously. I think that's why it reminds me of home, and that's - you know, for me, it's better than being here.

[oraculi]

Well, now I want to see what your favorites are.

[Because god only knows what genres he likes, and this seems more amusing.]

[uncurtained]

...Okay, but if I tell you, you're not allowed to judge me if you hate it. Deal?

[There's something a little playful in her expression, and the smile she gives him.]

[oraculi]

I'll do my best. Promise.

[He'll give it at least a very vague effort. Kind of.]

[uncurtained]

Okay, let's see, um...

[Based on what she knows about his home, she's assuming he isn't familiar with any of the books she is - so she starts with something fairly basic.]

The Great Gatsby. That's probably a good place to start.

[oraculi]

[He glances it over. It's not anything he's heard of, honestly, but it doesn't look embarrassing. Not quite the bodice ripper he was expecting.]

What makes it so good?

[uncurtained]

[Her hands linger over his for just a second as she gives him the book - a sign she isn't uninterested even though she refused yesterday, maybe.]

Well, I don't want to ruin it for you. I guess you'll just have to find out yourself.

[oraculi]

[Oh, well, hello. His eyebrows tick up, and he glances at her, silently confirming. But yes, it seems she did mean that, and if so-- well.]

Is that right.

[His voice is lower than it was a moment before.]

You gonna play coy all night, or's this book just special?

[uncurtained]

I could be convinced to stop playing coy, maybe.

[But not about the book! Haha.]

[oraculi]

And how's that?

[He steps in closer, two fingers hooking beneath her chin, tipping her head up.]

How can I convince you, sweetheart?