( Why Lamorak was wandering through the library doesn't matter much; he had some purpose, he'd picked up some books, but that purpose finds itself set aside as his gaze falls upon a young gentleman having the worst study session of his life.
Calling it that may be privately amusing, but Lamorak picks up with ease that there's something odd the matter, and that makes him very much keen to be a bother.
He slips behind Yuri's seat (yeah, okay, Lamorak), leaning over him from behind - in part, to peer at what he's writing. His voice is low and winding, like a snake. )
library
Calling it that may be privately amusing, but Lamorak picks up with ease that there's something odd the matter, and that makes him very much keen to be a bother.
He slips behind Yuri's seat (yeah, okay, Lamorak), leaning over him from behind - in part, to peer at what he's writing. His voice is low and winding, like a snake. )
... Something the matter? A headache, perhaps?