book aisle

me: is thinking about catching up on the vision of shadows arc

someone on tungle dot hell: so i think alderheart is kind of het, he seems like he’s-

me: walks faster away from the warriors book aisle at barnes and nobles

  • *Mike's office*
  • Mike: *flipping through papers* Well, I have to say, your C.V is very impressive.
  • Pathologist: *smiles* Thank you, Dr. Stamford.
  • Mike: Do you have any quest-
  • Sherlock: *enters; reading a file* ...she was top of her class, youngest to graduate in her field, a published medical author-
  • Mike: *gaping* Sherlock-
  • Sherlock: *gesturing* You'd be an idiot not to hire Dr. Hooper.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Mike: *awkwardly* Sherlock, I'm in the middle of an interview.
  • Sherlock: *shaking his head* No, I can't work with her.
  • Pathologist: Excuse-
  • Sherlock: *insistent* Dr. Hooper is qualified, dedicated, honest...everything you are looking for in a specialist registrar.
  • Mike: *rubbing his forehead* You broke into my office and stole her personal details?
  • Sherlock: *matter-of-factly* Obviously.
  • Mike: Look, this is my team, my neck on the line-
  • Sherlock: *determined* If I'm wrong, I'll leave and never come back. You'll never have to worry about locking your fridges at night.
  • Pathologist: *horrified*
  • Mike: *sighs* Fine, fine. Um, Dr. Hughes, I'm terribly sorry about this-
  • Pathologist: *shaking her head; backing towards the door* You're alright. Thanks for your time *leaves quickly*
  • Sherlock: *satisfied* Thank you.
  • Mike: *shrugs* Don't make me regret this.
  • Sherlock: *waiting*
  • Mike: *sighs; reaches for his phone, dialling* Dr. Hooper? It's Dr. Stamford from Bart's. The job's yours if you're still interested *pause* Excellent. Um, is first thing tomorrow too soon? Brilliant, see you then. Bye *hangs up*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Was that so hard? *leaves the office*
  • Mike: *enters the lab*
  • Sherlock & Molly: *snogging*
  • Mike: *grimaces* Oi! We talked about this.
  • Sherlock: *raises his eyebrow* You have?
  • Molly: *pats his chest* Don't worry, I didn't go into details.
  • Mike: *rolls his eyes* Ha ha. Molly, do you have your report?
  • Molly: *nods* On my desk.
  • Mike: *heads to her desk*
  • Molly: *nudges Sherlock*
  • Sherlock: Oh, Mike? Do you want to come to our wedding?
  • Mike: ...
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Molly lost the invites.
  • Molly: *frowns* You lost them. It was your only job.
  • Sherlock: And flowers.
  • Molly: *affectionate* Oh, yeah, that one flower arrangement. I wonder where we'll put it.
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes*
  • Mike: *chuckles* Yeah, I'd love to. Thanks.

a starter for the loml @stellenclcielo

The male hadn’t spoken much to Nari. Only once – and that was just to get her to give his father a chance. If her memories had came back, he reminded her to love him for who he was with her. Not for who he was without her. Other than that, their interactions were bare. It wasn’t a surprise when he heard how close she had become with Moon. Honestly, there were no ill feelings towards that. Seunghwan was just happy that his brother was happy and was more like himself. He had actually been visiting Moon for the day, so Seunghwan was just pacing up and down the aisles of books. Just something to do before Moon went on his break so that they could discuss family members. But feeling someone tap his shoulder, the male just kept reading the back of the book that was in his hands before he turned around. “Can I help you with some –.” Seeing who it was finally he could feel his heart drop into his stomach. Of course it had to be Nari. Of course. “ Ahh… I’m not Moon. Moon is… Moon is over there.” He gestured towards the back where Moon typically was digging out books to restock the shelves. “I can tell him you are here if you need to talk to him.” 

@ulvsblakk liked for a starter!

The library was a quiet, safe place for Ryou, and he found himself visiting often, loosing himself in the aisles of books, the smell, the hushed whispers.
The walk back, however, was a different story.
It was a sketchier part of town, between the library and his apartment. He tried to not make the trips at later times, hoping the bright sun would shield him from at least some problems. 
That doesn’t stop Ryou from loosing track of time. The sun was already starting to set by the time he left the building, frowning. He had to hurry if he were to make it home before dark fell.