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[hadyougoing]

Ava's up in the library.

Presumably, she's been quietly working shifts this whole time. But now you might actually catch her-- going through the stacks reshelving books, or at the front desk reading.

She has three books of her own: a bright-yellow Nancy Drew, a star-covered hardback called Depth, Silence, and one that looks a lot older.

It's a book of seventeenth-century demonology.


[ooc: Hey friends! Ava is taggable at the front desk or wandering through the aisles. PM with questions/plots/schemes/dreams.]

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[cook_the_rude]

"That doesn't have to stop me from caring," Hannibal says. "In addition, Miss Katz is already out of my way, where I come from. I don't hold any ill will against her."

[hadyougoing]

Ava nods, and swallows.

"I guess part of me thought you wanted ...

That if he took me away, it'd solve a problem."

[cook_the_rude]

"You are not a problem, Ava."

[hadyougoing]

Ava wipes at her eyes. She's not sure if the tears are real or not, but here they are.

Mumbled, "Thanks, Dr. Lecter."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal takes out his pocket square, unfolds it, and offers it to her.

It is very paisley.

[hadyougoing]

The paisley strikes her as absurd; she muffles a giggle in the pocket square.

"Thanks," she says again.

After a moment she pulls the square away, letting it dangle awkwardly between two fingertips.

"I'll be okay now," she sighs. "I'll be fine. I'll just .... wrap up at the front and get some sleep."

[cook_the_rude]

"Keep it," Dr. Lecter says. "I'll come with you to the front desk, if that's all right?"

[hadyougoing]

She tucks the pocket square into her own front pocket, sniffles, and gives Hannibal a smile.

"Sure," she says. "That'd be good."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal smiles, and offers her his arm.


[[oOC: Wrap here?]]

[hadyougoing]

[ooc: yes! THANKS FOR THE THREAD.]

[cook_the_rude]

[[OOC: As you aren't on AIM, Ava escaped a Hannibal hug -- very lucky for her!]]