Post by Finn Leclair on Nov 17, 2019 17:05:51 GMT
[attr="class","ig"]Free time was a luxury Finn had very little of. Working the café effectively by himself was hard work and though he loved it, he'd be lying if he didn't go to sleep some nights, dejectedly noticing the book on his night stand that he wouldn't get a chance to read again.
After all, his days effectively consisted of waking up even before the first rooster crowed to get down into the café kitchen and start baking, just to work all day and then go to bed early so the process could be repeated.
It was a routine, a routine Finn felt comfortable in.
And when he didn't think about it, mostly because his mind was taken up by so many other things during the day, everything was fine. But it was whenever something reminded him of the fairytales, fantasy and romance stories he used to devour before that he grew just a little bit... wistful.
That was the catalyst, the reason why the blond boy purposefully strode through the neighbourhood, walking past several shops until the letters 'Hara Library' greeted him for the first time. The library had been a fairly recent addition and he knew little of it besides the owner. He'd never been here before but was glad that it existed, Calchester had truly missed an institution like it and it certainly would have made Finn's childhood an even better one.
Before he could give himself a chance to turn around and start working, he already pushed open the door and let himself be greeted by the welcoming warmth.
Truthfully, he was a nervous wreck and though pleasant, the atmosphere did little to immediately ease his mind.
He hoped it was simply temporary though as he walked up to the counter, looking for the small girl who ran this library.
Finn couldn't immediately see her but did not want to merely sit down and grab a book like he owned the place.
That would be terribly rude!
Wouldn't...it?
His eyes darted around the shelves, trying to see if he could spot his former classmate anywhere.
"Miss", there was an embarrassing beat where his mind went completely blank as he tried to think of her name; luckily it did not last too long, though it felt as though an eternity had passed: "-- Usagi? Miss Usagi?"
He pulled on his fingers until they inadvertently ended up in his hair again, destroying the hard work he had put into arranging it neatly this morning in the mirror.
Though Uraka had gone in the same class as him when they were children, Finnegan didn't think of their bond as a close one. They were simply classmates, not friend nor foe, though from what little interaction he has had - mostly through Alexander, bless his heart - she was a bright and kind girl. Now that he thought about it, she'd reminded him a lot of Alex, at least in her enthusiastic personality. Perhaps this was the chance for the two to get closer as friends, now that they were both alumni.
It would certainly give him an excuse to justify frequenting the library more instead of thinking that he was being lazy.
With a suppressed sigh, he awkwardly rested his hands on the counter, nervously drumming onto the wooden surface as he contemplated the customs of a library.
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After all, his days effectively consisted of waking up even before the first rooster crowed to get down into the café kitchen and start baking, just to work all day and then go to bed early so the process could be repeated.
It was a routine, a routine Finn felt comfortable in.
And when he didn't think about it, mostly because his mind was taken up by so many other things during the day, everything was fine. But it was whenever something reminded him of the fairytales, fantasy and romance stories he used to devour before that he grew just a little bit... wistful.
That was the catalyst, the reason why the blond boy purposefully strode through the neighbourhood, walking past several shops until the letters 'Hara Library' greeted him for the first time. The library had been a fairly recent addition and he knew little of it besides the owner. He'd never been here before but was glad that it existed, Calchester had truly missed an institution like it and it certainly would have made Finn's childhood an even better one.
Before he could give himself a chance to turn around and start working, he already pushed open the door and let himself be greeted by the welcoming warmth.
Truthfully, he was a nervous wreck and though pleasant, the atmosphere did little to immediately ease his mind.
He hoped it was simply temporary though as he walked up to the counter, looking for the small girl who ran this library.
Finn couldn't immediately see her but did not want to merely sit down and grab a book like he owned the place.
That would be terribly rude!
Wouldn't...it?
His eyes darted around the shelves, trying to see if he could spot his former classmate anywhere.
"Miss", there was an embarrassing beat where his mind went completely blank as he tried to think of her name; luckily it did not last too long, though it felt as though an eternity had passed: "-- Usagi? Miss Usagi?"
He pulled on his fingers until they inadvertently ended up in his hair again, destroying the hard work he had put into arranging it neatly this morning in the mirror.
Though Uraka had gone in the same class as him when they were children, Finnegan didn't think of their bond as a close one. They were simply classmates, not friend nor foe, though from what little interaction he has had - mostly through Alexander, bless his heart - she was a bright and kind girl. Now that he thought about it, she'd reminded him a lot of Alex, at least in her enthusiastic personality. Perhaps this was the chance for the two to get closer as friends, now that they were both alumni.
It would certainly give him an excuse to justify frequenting the library more instead of thinking that he was being lazy.
With a suppressed sigh, he awkwardly rested his hands on the counter, nervously drumming onto the wooden surface as he contemplated the customs of a library.