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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 11, 2009 11:41:12 GMT -5
As it happened, there was someone else there in the library at the moment--not a regular like Kat, though he was well on his way to becoming one. The smallness of the place and the relative privacy of it meant that he wasn't likely to be recognized. Not that it had been much of a worry here--he'd long ago discovered that one really didn't have to put too much effort at going incognito here. And that was just fine.
Henry was at the moment reading the newspaper, looking rather amused at whatever it was he was looking over.
"Bullocks." He murmured. "Ridiculous."
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Post by Kat de Winter on Oct 11, 2009 18:51:24 GMT -5
A pair of green eyes shot an annoyed glance in his direction. He wasn't being loud enough to merit a 'shh' or a 'some of us are trying to read', but it was nonetheless distracting for Kat, if not for the other patrons. The whole reason she liked the library was because everything was ordered and neat and quiet. Noises broke into her orderly respite from the loud, disorganized world, as did the handsome newspaper-reading men making them.
She hoped he got the message.
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 12, 2009 11:19:01 GMT -5
He actually did catch her look, and bowed his head a moment in acknolwedgement.
"My apologies my lady. I wasn't trying to disturb you."
Well, she was a lovely one, wasn't she? Since coming here, he'd discovered that a good number of people here seemed to be on the appealing side.
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Post by Kat de Winter on Oct 12, 2009 13:47:07 GMT -5
"I should think the second part was obvious. It would be either incredibly selfish on my part to think you were murmuring expressly to disturb me, or incredibly rude on yours to do it in the first place, seeing as we're strangers. I prefer to think the best of strangers." She said, just loud enough for him to hear. There was a hint of wryness in her tone, but the ghost of a smile on her lips freed it of any real malice.
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 12, 2009 14:40:31 GMT -5
Her smile was returned.
"Ah, of course. And in any case, if I wanted to be disruptive, I would have been a bit more extravagant about it."
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Post by Kat de Winter on Oct 12, 2009 16:35:55 GMT -5
Her smiled widened ever so slightly.
"In which case I hope never to be the subject of your disruption, for I very much dislike interruptions."
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 12, 2009 23:13:43 GMT -5
"If I do cause trouble, I'll try to direct it away from you." He said with a smile.
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Post by Kat de Winter on Oct 13, 2009 5:50:21 GMT -5
"I'm Kathleen, but you can call me Kat." She said, extending a hand.
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 13, 2009 12:36:49 GMT -5
He shook the offered hand.
"Henry."
He'd gotten to prefer informal introductions, as telling anyone his family name usually caused conversations to veer off course.
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Post by Kat de Winter on Oct 13, 2009 14:03:50 GMT -5
It was the same in Kat's case, though to a lesser extent. Every so often, people would still ask if she was related to the one whose wife drowned in the tragic boating accident, or the one who married his mother's chambermaid.
The librarian turned to them and gave them a stern look, making a soundless 'shh' motion with one finger. "If you're going to talk, take your conversation elsewhere."
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 13, 2009 16:10:45 GMT -5
"My apologies."
Lower, just enough for Kat to hear--
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Post by Kat de Winter on Oct 13, 2009 18:32:16 GMT -5
She made no verbal response, only gave him a nod and a half-smile before going back to her book. A second later, she flicked her eyes up and back down.
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 13, 2009 21:08:10 GMT -5
Every so often, he was doing the same thing, using facial tics as signals. At one point, he somehow managed to convey that the librarian was a busybody.
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Post by Kat de Winter on Oct 13, 2009 21:27:21 GMT -5
Kat paid some attention, but did not respond. Eventually she rose to put the book back on the shelf and exited the library. The sway of her hips and her graceful movements were borne of years of dance training rather than any inclination to impress him, but the haphazard glance she threw over her shoulder could very well have been an invitation to follow her outside.
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Post by Henry VIII on Oct 13, 2009 21:43:50 GMT -5
Oh, he definitely caught the drift--in fact, he'd been waiting for just such a moment. Carefully folding the newspaper and setting it neatly aside, he got up and--without making it obvious--followed Kat outside.
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