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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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"Ca va bien, merci."

He folds down the corner of the page and closes the book, leaning back to be able to look Andres in the eye.

"So what's up?"

"Nada y cosas." A shrug "What are you reading?"

He shows Andres the cover. "It's called Wuthering Heights. It's a pretty famous book from my world. It's supposed to be all about revenge and greed and stuff, but I'm not that far into it."

"Oh. Well, sounds interesting. Let me know how it is."

"Something bar gave you to read?"

"It's pretty good so far. And yeah. I figure I must have looked pretty desperate for her to give me something found on the average high-school English syllabus and expect me to read it for fun." He laughs a little.

After a moment, he sits up to make room beside him on the couch.

He snorts. "And are you at least finding it fun?"

He does not move yet. He just got comfortable.

"Yeah. It's actually really interesting. I don't know why so many people hate it."

He tosses the book onto a nearby table and stretches casually.

"Good. Don't let me interrupt then." He grins.

"It's been quiet around here."

"Oh, don't be like that. If given a choice between you and Heathcliff, I'll happily take you," he says dryly.

"Yeah, it has. I shouldn't be complaining, because at least nobody's getting hurt, but still..."

"Kind of dull. I understand." He nods.

and, "Well that's a relief." He says wryly.

"It was meant as more of a compliment than it sounds like." He snags another chip and steals a bit of Andres' salsa to go with it.

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