[ it's become somewhat of an unusual routine - it's never really been planned exactly, never discussed beforehand but they find themselves running into each other in the library ever so often, wandering the shelves lined with books together before settling down in each respective armchairs near a bright window; they don't talk much - vash being still too conscious of the stern librarians who silently patrol the space - but for someone who is so loud and (probably) annoying with his overexaggerated personality, he can be quiet when he wants to.
he always asks her for recommendations on what to read, as though she is an authority on the subject of his rudimentary "education" as such; it doesn't seem like vash has formed much of a preference as of yet, seemingly interested in any number of topics but it's the corny romance novels that he seems to enjoy the most - who knows just what about them holds his attention like this. right now he's got his nose buried in one in the chair across from her, sunglasses propped up over his forehead and eyes glued to the pages. ]
GLITCHING; early july?
he always asks her for recommendations on what to read, as though she is an authority on the subject of his rudimentary "education" as such; it doesn't seem like vash has formed much of a preference as of yet, seemingly interested in any number of topics but it's the corny romance novels that he seems to enjoy the most - who knows just what about them holds his attention like this. right now he's got his nose buried in one in the chair across from her, sunglasses propped up over his forehead and eyes glued to the pages. ]