all my wishing .

[fawke ellis chamberlain]

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talked back to the professor one too many times in a class and voila, here he was under the watchful eye of that same professor. or not so watchful since apparently watching fawke shelf books isn't nearly as exciting as talking to the librarians over merlin knows what. but, that was absolutely fine with fawke, since it lifted that feeling like he wanted to punch someone in the face off his shoulders. namely, his professor. the whole ordeal hadn't even been entirely fawke's fault. if the professor hadn't stated his opinions so assertively and without question, perhaps fawke would have kept his mouth shut and none of this would have happened. a classroom is for learning after all, not for being brainwashed with some professor's silly opinions. he'd always received enough of that from his mother, thank you very much, he didn't need a professor doing the same. in his younger days, fawke had never really been a troublemaker. actually, he rarely even said something which could upset anyone. he usually blamed this on his mother, as she'd brought him up in a rather strict environment. he'd had chores but received no allowance, if he talked back he received no dinner, if he simply did anything at all which could potentially have his mother frown at him, there was some sort of consequence attached. so, he learned to keep his mouth shut because then nothing would happen. but then, hogwarts happened. and in some ways it was for the best, and other ways for the worst. yet, despite the number of detentions he received, he'd never regretted a single one. regret felt like losing and he wasn't the type to lose at anything. of course when the professor had the upper hand, that never really helped. shelving was probably the easiest of all possible detentions. it was tedious but required little effort. most of all he didn't have to use very much brain power aside from attempting to remember which books go where, thankfully that was something he'd become extremely and scarily acquainted with. it was also something which he didn't feel the need to brag about, like most ravenclaws did. one of the first lessons he'd learned in his time visiting the library was to never ask a ravenclaw for advice or he'd better prepare to receive more advice than he'd bargained for, sprinkled with a few extra facts he really couldn't care less about. after what had to be hours of shelving, fawke practically threw himself into an old chair which screamed in protest. it caused him to break the spell he'd cast on the books to shelve themselves and there was a moment of pure silence before the books slammed onto the old wooden floors of the library. a fellow student in the row of books next to his glared at him in surprise. fawke simply shrugged and mouthed an, "oops," quickly followed by a, "sorry." all he needed now was one of the librarians to find him, give him a good yelling, preach about how old and precious these books were and then kick him out. he hadn't even planned that one, but so long as his darling professor was wrapped up in that conversation with the other librarians perhaps he could get away with this just for once. two minutes passed and there was nothing. fawke lazily traced the old wood of the bookshelves with a finger and worked on perfecting his not guilty face. five minutes passed and he had to pull himself back up after slumping so low in the old wooden chair. eight minutes passed and he finally gave up. apparently he wasn't the only one who could play at this game. scowling, he carefully picked up the worn books which had fallen and continued on with his shelving. out of the corner of his eye he spotted a book woven in gold. fawke reached for the book and slid his finger down the spine, he realized it hadn't been opened in quite a few years. probably because it had no title and therefor it was most likely not a textbook used in classes. flicking through the pages, some dust flew into the air and caused him to sneeze and stagger backwards, losing hold of the book which landed with a thud on the ground. forgetting about his wand and the book he'd just been shelving, he gripped his wand and accidentally flicked it the wrong way, causing the book which had only just been hovering in the air to collide with another student passing by. with an exasperated sigh, fawke picked up the golden book and re-shelved it along with the one which had just slammed into the other student. he offered a half hearted apology as he dusted himself off. FOR LACE, ALSO THIS SUCKS I'M HALF ASLEEP SORRY

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[atrb=width,400,true] [style=width:345px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; float: center; padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px;][style= border-left: 10px solid #9BCD9B; padding-left: 5px;]monet refrained from going to the library as much as she possibly could. it was high up on her list of places that she hated the most in the castle. each time that she entered the library someone should have taken note of the rare experience. out of her six years of attending hogwarts she had maybe only come to library somewhere close to twenty times. if it were possible she would either get someone to go there for her, pester her professors for a book that would assist her with her assignments, or completely disregard that she needed to make a library trip and go about completing her work to the best of her ability. books were not something that ever had a lot of value to monet, not even when her mom had used to make her read or her professors would sit her down and force her to read out loud to the whole class. the place was musty and all of the books like ancient, like they had a history behind them that she could never fathom. it was all too quiet and monet knew that she was not well mannered enough to follow the rules of the library. on top of it all, the librarian was so much of a loon that she actually frightened monet. it was the cursed back to school essay that her charms professor had assigned that was driving her into the evil clutches of the library. what he expected from all of his students was a detailed piece that told of how charms were an important part of history and the role they played to alter some cruical even in the wizarding world. the whole assignment was vague and monet already hard enough of a time trying to scrape by with decent grades. her father and the impression that he had left on her happened to be the only reason that she was bothering to try and actually be a decent student for her last year. nothing had really mattered after her dad had died and it was still very much that way. it took monet a great amount of effort to lift herself out of bed in the morning and talk herself throughout the rest of the day. no one actually knew how hard it was for her to go along trying to act if she were still the same obnoxious monet gant who had pestered everyone the year before. she was slacking when i came to living up to reputation and more then a few people had already noticed. the brunette would have much rather settled on curling up on the common room couch with a smuggled bottle of firewhiskey or weaseling her way into the bed of a guy who would treat her like a queen for a night. she was absolutely miserable having to come to the librarian on the hours after class was done. monet had not bothered to even change out of her uniform. there was no one in the library who she could possibly be looking to woo with her looks. monet did not look approachable in the slightest as she tramped into the library, disregarding the sign in sheet that students were encouraged to fill out. it was better if no one knew that she had finally caved in and sought out of the resources of the library. "this bloody place could use a cleaning," monet grumbled, running her fingers over a stack of books at the end of an aisle. she lifted her hand and the pad of her finger had a nice coating of dust on it. irritated, she wiped her hand on her skirt and continued on, walking in a random direction. monet had never learned the layout of the library, because she avoided the place at all costs. abruptly she decided to swing down a random aisle, glancing at the shelves, ignorant that at the end of the aisle there was someone shelving a cart of books. monet walked right into the accident, a book slamming directly onto her head and causing her to cry out in surprise. as a response she glowered at the student, who she now could make out as fawke. "shelving books doesn't mean dropping them on the heads of innocent library users," she said to him with a scowl, turning her side to him. she lunged at the shelf, tearing out a book and looking at it. it was no use to her, with a sigh she shoved back into the shelf and glowered over at fawke. "detention again? i'm surprised you weren't in here on the first day of school." [/style][/style]

[fawke ellis chamberlain]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color:#fff; border-top:29px solid #13192B; border-bottom:29px solid #13192B; border-right:29px solid #8D95A0;] WE'LL GET CAUGHT IN THE RAIN a loud chirping noise sounded from that thing fawke had just hit with the book by accident. rolling his eyes, he was ever so tempted to simply ignore the obnoxious blonde and continue with his business. but that was hardly ever an easy option, especially if it included the opportunity to taunt the always eloquent monet gant. at least she had it in her to push back and didn't make fawke feel quite so much like a dick. apparently, and this had been news to him only a little while ago, some people actually took what he said to them to heart. since he had trouble telling people wow you look nice and instead would most likely say something like, wow that hat makes you look even rounder than usual. if that's even possible, most of his conversations never ended on a very positive note. then again, seventy five percent of the time what he said he meant. especially when it came to this ditz. fawke raised an eyebrow at the girl, "calling yourself a 'library user' implies that you frequent the library often, and we both know that is a completely terrible lie." pushing past her to survey the books he had left, he shook his head and nearly snorted. "also, i take back that apology from hitting you in the head." he turned towards her and raised an eyebrow, tapping his forehead, "perhaps it'll do you some good. not that there's much up in your tiny little head which can be fixed." he turned his back towards her again and pretended to be incredibly involved in studying the titles and authors of the books. he could never really tell if he enjoyed monet's company or if he wanted to toss her out of a window. today seemed to be of the former, and although he'd never in his life admit to it, he did find her amusing every so often. at least, more amusing than shelving books. if there was any way for fawke to drag someone like her along while he did these tedious tasks without constantly feeling like at some point he'd want to hit her over the head, then he'd do so. really it was a shame, if she could simply channel her amusing side into something with cleverness and intelligence she'd be far more interesting to spend time with.of course fawke didn't dislike her entirely, she had some nice looks which he didn't mind being graced by. but sadly that wasn't the case, and her good looks were quite wasted on such a troublesome young lady. clucking at her, fawke gave her a brief sideways glance and shrugged, "we can't all seduce the professors in order to get out of detentions. some of us actually have standards." flashing her a smug grin, he took hold of the old cart and pushing it down a row, picking up a couple books and shelving them himself. he'd never actually known anyone successful in seducing a professor to let them pass a detention. one of his friends had, at some point, attempted to bribe one with chocolate frogs. he heard nothing but complaints from the kid for three weeks after that - apparently he'd received triple the amount of detentions. if there was any possible way to get out of one though, fawke would've figured it out years ago. leaning back over to the other row slightly, fawke stole a glance around to make sure there weren't any librarians near them to chide him for speaking somewhat loudly. "are you here to look for something anyway, blondie? or did you just happen to hear that i was working in the library for my detention and because you have no friends who can actually tolerate you, you've decided to stop on by and ungracefully annoy me with your presence?" he continued shelving, accidentally putting a book in the wrong place but couldn't be bothered to take it back out and re-shelve it elsewhere. the librarians probably wouldn't even notice anyway, and if they did then oh well. they wouldn't know it was him anyway. grabbing another book he glanced at it's spine and realized it belonged back with the ones he'd only just shelved. "make yourself useful and shelve this somewhere over there for me." not bothering to wait for a response, fawke threw it over somewhere in monet's general direction and returned his attention to the stacks in front of him. FOR LACE, NSDKJRE

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[atrb=width,400,true] [style=width:345px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; float: center; padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px;][style= border-left: 10px solid #9BCD9B; padding-left: 5px;]out of all of the people who she could have stumbled into in the library it had to be fawke chamberlain. why couldn't it have been one of her gryffindor mates who had a personality that she was actually able to like? the answer was because they did not do the sort of irreverent things that fawke did to land him in detention. from what monet knew it was like the kid practically spent half of his time at hogwarts serving detention in some form. her favorite time to pester him was when he had to go and clean the trophy room by means of a muggle way. a bucket of soapy water and a rag where the only thing he had and his wand was taken by whatever professor had assigned him detention. she would come into the room while randomly passing by, look intrigued by some random trophy, and lay her fingers all over the glass. a coy stare would be given to fawke and she would be on her way, quickly disappearing from the trophy room. but really, she didn't like fawke, or wasn't sure if she did. and wanted him out of her way in the library. he always had this insulting way about him. nothing that fawke ever said was something that anyone should of took to heart. everyone failed to learn that lesson and usually were hurt in some way by the things that he said. monet had learned quickly that anything he said to her was not something that she would commit to her memory. to make it more fun for herself she had begun to fight his words with her own wry remarks. that meant that their run in were always all kinds of fun. "well, we both know the only reason you come to the library is to serve the infinite amount of detentions you receive," she chirped back brightly at him. monet was able to expertly swivel out of his way, stepping to the side right before he stamped pass the spot where she had been standing. monet gave him a sour look, because she really didn't find it funny when anyone insulted her intelligence. "you're the one who doesn't have enough of a brain to keep yourself from getting caught," she shot back at him. her eyes turned onto the shelf, caring less about how falsely engrossed fawke looked to be. fawke was the kid that monet wasn't really sure if she liked or not. he had those moments when he was bearable but it seemed like most of the time he only wanted to ride on her nerves. that was something that he did an impressive job at. if he ever had trouble wrangling a career he would always be able to get rich if he choose his profession as "professional monet torturer." what monet was never able to realize was that they were far too similar in ways that made them destined to clash. the two of them were people who both knew their opinions and had to make sure that they were voiced. besides that they both were rather obnoxious and tended to rub people the wrong way. two people like that were not meant to spend plenty of time in the company of one another. but there was something about fawke that monet could tolerate. that inexplicable something kept her tethered to him. obviously something about herself intrigued him or else he would have been through with pestering her a long time ago. it was amusing that he thought that she would be able to seduce the teachers out of giving her detention. throughout the years she had her fair share of detentions, but nowhere near the amount that fawke had served. most of hers were because she had not showed up to class or said some snippy remark back to a teacher who was fed up with her attitude. she gave him a tight smile and stared for only a minute, turning back to the shelf of books that were completely useless to her. "i'm not one of those students who actually thinks that actually works," she corrected his thoughts, pulling out another book at random. none of these books were going to be of use to her because she was pretty sure she wasn't even located in the right section. "even though i know that more than half of the professors like to prey on their students," she said with an amused smirk. there were more than a few rumors of teachers who had their sights set on a few of their students. the one that came to her mind immediately was the ghoul studies professor who had the cotton candy colored hair. monet would have to admit that she was amused by the way that he was absorbed with himself. what was even more amusing was that most of the people he talked to were actually perturbed by the things that he had said. if that were the case with monet then she would have ended up lacking any kind of self esteem years ago. she took what fawke had to say as something that amused her and a something that would fuel the snippy words she would aim right back at him. an actual laugh came from her and she couldn't help but glance over at him with an amused flicker in her eye. "i'm starting to think the reason they keep you in here is because no one is able to deal with your personality and believe that you are a danger to your fellow students," she rattled off, dragging her fingers down the shelves, collecting more dust on her fingers. what she had not been expecting was to have a book randomly thrown at her. she only just had enough time to catch it, glowering at the back of fawke's head. "sure, i can put myself to use," she muttered, creeping up on him quietly. she hovered behind him, waiting for the right moment. suddenly she pulled on the waistband of his trousers. she pulled them out as far as she could and wielded the book to shove it into his pants. stepping back, she looked at him with a wicked grin. "consider it shelved." [/style][/style]

[fawke ellis chamberlain]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color:#fff; border-top:29px solid #13192B; border-bottom:29px solid #13192B; border-right:29px solid #8D95A0;] WE'LL GET CAUGHT IN THE RAIN gryffindors always seemed to confuse the terms 'sass' and 'bravery'. or at least, most of the girls. the guys just confused 'bravery' with 'stupidity' most of the time. monet was no exception. as a child, his mother told him never to talk back because it wouldn't get you anywhere in life. yet, even though there was some truth to her words, anyone who just stood there and agreed to whatever, whenever would just be boring. so there would forever be a love/hate relationship for sass and fawke. plus he couldn't deny that if faced with the option of either a very boring but yielding person or a very sassy and bitchy one, he'd probably go for the latter. he'd rather have excitement than nothing at all. that's also probably why he'd never had many hufflepuff friends - all about loyalty and some stupid shit like that. whatever loyalty meant, anyway. fawke smirked at the girl, "i'm not the one falsely calling myself a library user." he shrugged, "it's definitely true - i tend to avoid the library at all costs." the musty old smell of books always did tend to give him a headache. if he did need a book he'd get someone to sneak it out for him or just make up something weird if it was an exam or an essay. that was probably the root of his problems when it came to his marks, but who the hell even cared? only overachievers and ravenclaws. and anyway, he somehow always found a way to achieve a barely passing grade before the last day of class - all without the help of the library. regardless of any tutoring, of course, but that was something he liked to keep to himself. he let out a small chuckle at monet's attempt to take a stab at his intelligence. unlike miss wannabe perfect he didn't care if people insulted his level of intelligence. he knew he had it in him to be a far more studious student but he just didn't care enough and thus, he wasn't exactly a favorite of the professors or on their top five list of best students. it also wasn't nearly a secret that he only barely scraped by in most of his classes.but all in all, that was always and would always be fine with him. as long as he could leave hogwarts and say he'd passed every single class, fawke figured he'd be good to go. maybe work in hogsmeade or something doing who knows what. or start up his own business. what did they call it in the muggle world? entrepreneurship or something? he'd heard that as long as you have the idea and the drive to execute it, you could go places. and of course above all, he just didn't give a shit about what others thought of him. although, that was just a bit of a lie since there was always one or two exceptions. raising an eyebrow, he glanced in her direction as she said something about professors preying on some students, "well i'm sure you're speaking from experience." he wasn't actually sure what he meant by it, but he'd definitely heard rumors floating around about some of the slightly younger professors getting it on with some of the students. disgusting, really - and why would they put their teaching job on the line for something as silly as a romance? quickly shaking his head he let out a small sigh and muttered the second apology of the day. really, it had to be a record. "sorry, i'm sure professors would never hit on someone as annoying as you." it came out as half an apology and half an insult. but he wasn't actually about to accuse the poor girl of having a teacher/student relationship. fawke could be mean and sarcastic, but that was a territory which just seemed truly serious and he wasn't one to get mixed up into that. bursting into laughter, fawke quickly clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent catching unwanted attention. he shook his head, examining a shelf, "yes obviously that's why they'd keep me in the library where many students frequent, as compared to oh, perhaps the forbidden forest or even the grounds where i'm sure the amount of students lingering is far less than in here. i know it's hard to imagine since both of us never enjoy our visits here but there are indeed students who use the library to study or find books." he'd only been to the forest once and it had been so incredibly eerie that he actually found himself wishing to be in the library of all places rather than in that place. another thing he'd never admit to, of course. fawke had only just successfully tuned the annoying gryffindor out when he felt the waistband of his pants twist and something hard shoved in the back of them. nearly yelling in surprise, he pulled it out quickly, "what the HELL was that for?!" it took all the strength within him not to send monet flying backwards and into stacks of books. the grin on her face had to be the worst part of it all, as though she found her little stunt amusing. scowling, he shoved the book at her face, "you better be damn happy we're in the library and not on the grounds. and here i was starting to warm up to you." turning and pushing her out of his path, he grabbed his cart of books and moved down a few rows away from her. FOR LACE, NSDKJRE

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[atrb=width,400,true] [style=width:345px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; float: center; padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 25px; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px;][style= border-left: 10px solid #9BCD9B; padding-left: 5px;]gryffindors were surprisingly the house that monet least liked to have in her company. being a pretty hardcore gryffindor herself, when she was around people that were too similar to herself butting of heads and fiery words almost always occurred. arguments and opinions were what she thrived on, but the constant volleying of words tired monet after a while. that was all that she seemed to get herself involved in when she decided to spend her time with other lions. that was why she actually enjoyed the company of slytherins more than any other house. but not the female serpents, especially not them. all of the girls in slytherin were pampered and had their heads shoved too far up their asses. the guys were the cocky type that monet could appreciate, because unlike the gryffindor boys they did not think that they could conquer anything. they were just naturally confident, usually suave, and the kind of company that monet always found herself craving. fawke chamerblain was one of the rare cases where he was a gryffindor, just without the courage factor. basically a lion without the roar. he was just a variation from the usual slytherin that made monet want to shove him in a broom closet and forget that he had ever existed. he was right on the money with saying that monet had no right to claim the title of library user. like fawke she avoided the library as much as she possibly could. there was nothing of intrigue in here for monet, she was not one of the knowledge hungry ravenclaws or a hufflepuff who took studying to a new level of seriousness. they were the kind of people who monet wanted to take their heads and smack them together. no fun was had with those sticks in the mud taking up an unnecessary amount of space. fawke at least was someone who would keep her occupied with the way he was always shooting foul words her way and causing reactions out of her. she snorted at him, giving a tiny shake of her head, showing her disbelief at him. "anyone who uses the library is called a user. even if it is only one a year, they are still a user," she retorted, knowing that her technicalities would irritate him. that was exactly what monet wanted. "i know you do. you're grades reflect your decision to ignore the library very well," she said to him, voice holding a fall brightness. everything she said seemed to be only for the benefit of causing the words to ride on fawke. no one else got her like this, only fawke chamberlain. she was going to read too far into that to try and comprehend exactly what it meant. fawke was not as truly terrible as monet actually made him out to be. she was dramatic, and overreacting to everything he did made things out to be more interesting for monet. the only largely notable faults were that they were both the kind of people who needed to have their opinions heard. being an opinionated asshole had been initially the defining trait that had attracted monet to the slytherin boy. she had figured from day one that there was more to him that he actually presented to everyone. he just seemed to be the type of guy who didn't think that he needed to put effort into things if they really didn't matter in the long run. monet was sure that if he actually had some drive in him he would have been one of the most intelligent slytherins out of the whole house. but to fawke it seemed that working his way into girl's pants and causing a bunch of trouble with his mate nereus were the only things that mattered. monet in many ways was actually eerily similar to fake, with the way they both operated. she was not as much of an airhead as she came off as sometimes. no one just ever seemed to care that she was someone who actually had a brain that could form thoughts that were logical. fawke was well aware that monet was the kind of girl who was not picky when it came to the people she was interested in. as long as they were fairly attractive and maintained some social status she had no shame about making their way into their bed. for one night only they would make her feel like she was the queen of their lives, and then in the morning she would sneak out of their bed and go back to having that lonely pit settling in her stomach. that was another they were similar the monet would never comment on, because she did not want to compare her whore-like habits with fawke. he would say things that were poison filled, that he might not have meant, but it was still a touchy subject for monet. "you're the one who has undoubtedly tried to get into the pants of all of the girl professors. they are all young and attractive, just what you like," she shot back at him, her words softened wit the joking edge of her voice. around fawke she fell into his habit of saying things that she not necessarily mean. he rubbed off on her, not in the way that she would have appreciated. she grew quiet at his retort to her comment about keeping him locked up in the library. he was right and that burned into monet's very core, because she did not like to have anyone acknowledge her incorrect logic. "people like that shouldn't exist. getting good grades mean nothing after you're out of this place anyway," she hurriedly said, switching the topic of the conversation tactlessly. the book stunt had only come to mind because of how much of a royal prick fawke was being. other times she wanted to actually advance on him, with his acting just like the type of person that monet strove after. she was not the kind of person who allow him to go around speaking his mind without any consequences for his razor edged words. having a book thrown at her face was a tiny price to pay for the priceless reaction of fawke chamberlain. the book's spine hit her square in the face, completely disregarded as she tried to recover from her laughing fit. "you told me to shelve it, didn't you? that book belonged in the 'arsehole' section and you were conveniently right here," she explained to him, her words broken up by her bubbling laughter. he grabbed his cart in a fury and rolled off, putting a few aisles of separation between them. monet swaggered after him, smug smirk on her face. she felt shameless when she came upon him, wrapping her arms around his neck and attaching herself to him. "c'mon, the fun was just beginning to start," she cooed out, sounding all too amused. [/style][/style]

[fawke ellis chamberlain]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color:#fff; border-top:29px solid #13192B; border-bottom:29px solid #13192B; border-right:29px solid #8D95A0;] WE'LL GET CAUGHT IN THE RAIN there seemed to be four things in the world which fawke truly disliked. they included his parent's divorce, celery, death and monet. okay, so maybe that was just a bit of a lie. but at that moment those were the four things he could think of. within the last few minutes the annoying gant girl had been flip-flopping back and forth between love and hate, as she usually did. stuffing a book down his pants though was just uncalled for and childish. he could handle some mischief but usually if it was either something he was helping out with or if it wasn't affecting him. monet was just lucky there wasn't anyone around to see her little stunt. public humiliation wasn't something very many people enjoyed, and especially not fawke. no matter where or however many people were around to witness whatever had just happened, his temper would rise quickly and have a hard time calming down. it wasn't so much that he was incredibly self-conscious, but rather just easily ticked the wrong way. which was probably the root of the problem when it came to getting along with monet. she, like any normal human had things which made her tick. but fawke knew many of those ticks as she knew many of his, allowing for a battle of nerves to take place. he was sure that if they stopped their little game they'd be able to get along. but then there was always the problem of being entertained. they both just needed to know where to stop, and that seemed to be impossible. fawke sometimes wondered what he would've been like if he'd ended up in a house like gryffindor. would he have been brave? or perhaps just as self-absorbed as the rest of the assholes in the house. would he have known monet? surely a house defines you as a person, the exception being monet. his life would be far more quieter without the little bird twittering around everywhere and causing so much unnecessary disruption. at least she was someone who understood his sense of humor, since she had a similar sense. thankfully monet hadn't conformed with the rest of her house. and not that he'd ever admit such a stupid thing aloud, but he was also pretty happy that he seemed to spend more time around him than the other bastards who didn't deserve her personality. pretending to be entirely taken by the shelves in front of him, fawke ignored the arms which wound around his neck and shook his head, "if that's your definition of fun, i hope you never have children who have to experience your entertainment." he continued shelving silently for a few more seconds before turning around abruptly and tickling her. there was only so much back and forth silly banter he could take, and at least she'd given him the perfect opportunity to do what he considered something entirely obnoxious. he was the last word kind of a guy, he wasn't one to give up on a situation or cry for mercy. if he could, he'd always end it, and make sure he'd won. letting monet get away with shoving a book down his pants wasn't the way he wanted to end things. if he could make her pay, he would. as he just had, or so he hoped. while he didn't go out searching for a rousing argument to keep him on his toes, if it came to him he wasn't going to stand around and let it slide. unless it was boring of course, then it just wasn't worth his time and in some way or another he'd let it be known. grinning from ear to ear, he took advantage of the situation and grabbed a book with his right hand, continuing to tickle with his other, "shelve this or i won't stop." FOR LACE, SUCKY SUCKY POST SORRY

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