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║ forty-fourth stanza ║ action
Dec. 22nd, 2010 08:12 pm[Todd is a bit distracted as he goes through his day- well, preoccupied, really. Chalk it up to having spent the previous night tending to someone's unicorn-induced injuries... at least, as much as Neil let him. He's tired, for one thing, and for another, he's still concerned; after all, the animal is still on the loose.
But, he makes it to work at the library, spending the day shelving and cleaning and helping people as much as he can manage. During his downtime, he sits at a table and writes away in his notebook, a familiar object to any who see him regularly. He walks to work and home in a sort of haze, more concerned with his surroundings than the other people on the streets.
He doesn't even notice the mistletoe's made a return before going out.]
[ooc: Hit him up anywhere; library, out on the street going to or coming from work, whatever <3 NO HIATUS WILL KEEP ME FROM THE MISTLETOE CURSE.]
But, he makes it to work at the library, spending the day shelving and cleaning and helping people as much as he can manage. During his downtime, he sits at a table and writes away in his notebook, a familiar object to any who see him regularly. He walks to work and home in a sort of haze, more concerned with his surroundings than the other people on the streets.
He doesn't even notice the mistletoe's made a return before going out.]
[ooc: Hit him up anywhere; library, out on the street going to or coming from work, whatever <3 NO HIATUS WILL KEEP ME FROM THE MISTLETOE CURSE.]