welcomtomyroleplaydomain asked,
I'm looking for the principle.

“…That…doesn’t exactly help…”
▩Principle was as vague as ‘virtues’, ‘morals’, ‘themes’, and ‘philosophical things no one wants to think and yet will always wonder about.’ … Exactly.
I'm looking for the principle.

“…That…doesn’t exactly help…”
▩Principle was as vague as ‘virtues’, ‘morals’, ‘themes’, and ‘philosophical things no one wants to think and yet will always wonder about.’ … Exactly.
Uh, Can I bother you for a moment? I'm looking for the principle.

▩…****…She glanced up from the terrible writing. It looked like she was going to talk, no matter what.
“…Sure…And what…?”
(Source: the-final-sentence)
-walks over to her- Um, are you ok?


▩She quickly picked a random book and started to read it in order to avoid any sort of discourse. She already read this one, and it wasn’t good. She swore softly in her mind but continued reading.
(Source: the-final-sentence)
-upon entering the library a blond haired girl about her age in a school uniforn looked at her- Oh yeah, maybe you can help me, I'm a bit lost.

“…”
▩She…didn’t work here. She was going to borrow some books, and then…She didn’t work here. Wasn’t a student, wasn’t a client, was a stranger. She tucked herself in between some shelves.
-After she disappears from view- God damn it. How am I going to find her now?

▩And she continued running. Ah, there was the library. She walked in more calmly, and with dignity.
Hey wait, hold on!

▩She broke into a sprint. She didn’t know the man, she had things to do, and she would not be comfortable to talk to some stranger.