[It's kind of funny, isn't it, how old habits die hard – you find a chapel, your right hand immediately reaches for the stoup near the door, even if you haven't been near a church in years and this particular room doesn't have anything of the sort nearby. That's about the place Billy finds himself at after a brief while spent exploring the halls of the second floor; he corrects the motion quickly enough, shifts it into adjusting his cuffs. He's seeming kind of restless – whether due to the dream or the residual...everything from the weekend is a bit hard to say – and the presence of this place isn't really helping; he doesn't enter properly, just kind of remaining near the door before shaking his head and walking out, his pace brisk.]
Anyone wants help in this place, they should probably give their requests to someone a bit closer.
[...Classy, sir.
That said, he'll be in the library for a while, poking at some of the fiction; he doesn't seem interested in the mysteries or John Grisham-esque things or the books about war, though – it seems his taste runs more towards the...unbelievably trashy, actually. We are talking some Harlequin-grade shit here. Because why the actual hell not, you know?
Otherwise, though, it seems general irritation is going to win the day, and he can be found in the downstairs lobby writing...something down with the aid of one of those clipboards from the storage room. A lot of shorthand, a lot of abbreviations, a lot of nothing at first glance, but whatever it is, he's being diligent about it.
Or maybe it's just something to do with his hands. Who knows.]
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Anyone wants help in this place, they should probably give their requests to someone a bit closer.
[...Classy, sir.
That said, he'll be in the library for a while, poking at some of the fiction; he doesn't seem interested in the mysteries or John Grisham-esque things or the books about war, though – it seems his taste runs more towards the...unbelievably trashy, actually. We are talking some Harlequin-grade shit here. Because why the actual hell not, you know?
Otherwise, though, it seems general irritation is going to win the day, and he can be found in the downstairs lobby writing...something down with the aid of one of those clipboards from the storage room. A lot of shorthand, a lot of abbreviations, a lot of nothing at first glance, but whatever it is, he's being diligent about it.
Or maybe it's just something to do with his hands. Who knows.]