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Castle's still sprawled across a couch, munching the occasional tortilla chip and deeply engrossed in a book.

Yes, that is Wuthering Heights he's got his nose buried in.

No, wonders will probably never cease.

[OOC: Mun going out to dinner for a bit. Back in a few hours.]

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"Fine." He turns a page. The I was enjoying not having you around is implied.

He has to ask, though, embarrassing as it is. "Ramon back, too?"

He can't afford to be caught off-guard by him if he is.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"He's back, but won't be down for a few days."

He shrugs, slightly.

"I don't think he'll bother you."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

A snort. He doubts that.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why'd he leave in the first place?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I asked him to."

He smiles, and settles into an armchair.

"I had Court Duty, and didn't want to spend the days alone."

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If it were anyone else, he'd see this as romantic and touching. As it is, he's mildly nauseated. Mun does not share this sentiment, for what it's worth.

"Mmhmm." He flips another page.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Have things been busy?"

He cocks his head.

"Anything going on?"

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"Everything has been boring and uneventful. Why else would I have started reading Emily Bronte in the first place?"

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A small laugh.

"That would be a very good point."

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"She's not as bad as everyone thinks."

He's not getting much reading done, though he's still turning pages as if Random's not there.

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"I suppose not."

He shrugs.

"We just didn't get along very well. Bit of a prude."

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A slightly arched eyebrow, but he doesn't betray much surprise at that.

"Well, her writing's good, and that's all that matters now."

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He shrugs.

"I know. But it's always coloured the book for me."

A small smile.

"Memories have a habit of doing so."

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"Yeah, they do. But I don't have any memories of any of the Bronte sisters, so forgive me if I'm not going to just toss the book aside on your say-so."

And I do have some pretty unpleasant memories of you, so forgive me for not wanting to have a friendly chat here, he doesn't add.

"I suppose you probably didn't get along with Emily Dickinson, either, if you have such a thing against prudes."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Didn't meet her. I like her works well enough, though."

He folds his legs underneath him. This good a mood simply refuses to be crushed.