[It's sunny on deck, which means that Toby is stuck lurking making the most of the rooms and corridors down below. He likes surprises -spontaneity, really- but, novel aspects of Purgatory Ship of Redemption aside (and being an ancient vampire does put a bit of a dent in that) there's only so much available below decks.
After a few hours of wandering, Toby's starting to feel cooped up–– a sense gradually giving way to the familiar crawling restlessness. The usual ways of dealing with the itch beneath his skin are inconveniently absent, so he's left seeking out whatever interesting things he happens to come across, and giving himself to them when they appear.
Eventually he ends at what looks like a small library, which is interesting enough. Toby makes his way inside and gives the book titles on the closest shelf a passing scan. The mixture of Earthly and alien languages stick out, but more immediately noticeable to him is the neatness of everything. Cleanliness is far from what he usually expects of places like this, which are usually so full of dust, piled books and other signs of inattention and disrepair . Intrigued, Toby turns to give Aziraphale his full attention.]
The ship's library, I take it? [he asks rhetorically, tone effortlessly cheerful.] The keeper's a bit on the obsessive-compulsive side, isn't he?
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what is this icon you gave me XD his face. his hair.
[Aziraphale glances up, and gains a mildly scolding look, reading through the tone to the words immediately.] Now, there's no call to be insulting, dear boy. Dust can be rather damaging to paper.
And actually, this is not the ordinary library, just my private collection. You're welcome to peruse it if you can respect the books. [He doesn't seem to be holding the slight against him, despite what he's saying; Aziraphale has brightened up by the end of his sentence, apparently eager to share his texts with others.]
what are you talking about it's super attractive???
[He's not particularly ruffled to have trolled Aziraphale to his face. The other man is tolerant and willing let him get away with it with books for the trouble, though, so he'll be amiable now.]
Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to have any Wordsworth, would you? William Wordsworth? Either him or [...insert thematically similar poet or author askdwe]? It's tragic, but it seems my copies didn't make the journey to the great beyond.
it's attractive if you think DOOP DOOP DOOP is an acceptable mating cry
[The fact that he turns amicable just proves to Aziraphale that he's really a decent fellow. He smiles approvingly.]
My collection is of first edition religious works, especially erroneous printings, and some children's books. [Really, don't ask. That's a long story.]
The regular library has both him and Whitman, I believe. [Because of course Toby would like free verse about homosexual feelings, amirite.] They really have quite a decent collection-- if we must entrap everyone on a whaling ship, at least we have much more to read than they did in the nineteenth century. That would be dreadful.
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lurkingmaking the most of the rooms and corridors down below. He likes surprises -spontaneity, really- but, novel aspects of Purgatory Ship of Redemption aside (and being an ancient vampire does put a bit of a dent in that) there's only so much available below decks.After a few hours of wandering, Toby's starting to feel cooped up–– a sense gradually giving way to the familiar crawling restlessness. The usual ways of dealing with the itch beneath his skin are inconveniently absent, so he's left seeking out whatever interesting things he happens to come across, and giving himself to them when they appear.
Eventually he ends at what looks like a small library, which is interesting enough. Toby makes his way inside and gives the book titles on the closest shelf a passing scan. The mixture of Earthly and alien languages stick out, but more immediately noticeable to him is the neatness of everything. Cleanliness is far from what he usually expects of places like this, which are usually so full of dust, piled books and other signs of inattention and disrepair . Intrigued, Toby turns to give Aziraphale his full attention.]
The ship's library, I take it? [he asks rhetorically, tone effortlessly cheerful.] The keeper's a bit on the obsessive-compulsive side, isn't he?
what is this icon you gave me XD his face. his hair.
And actually, this is not the ordinary library, just my private collection. You're welcome to peruse it if you can respect the books. [He doesn't seem to be holding the slight against him, despite what he's saying; Aziraphale has brightened up by the end of his sentence, apparently eager to share his texts with others.]
what are you talking about it's super attractive???
[He's not particularly ruffled to have trolled Aziraphale to his face. The other man is tolerant and willing let him get away with it with books for the trouble, though, so he'll be amiable now.]
Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to have any Wordsworth, would you? William Wordsworth? Either him or [...insert thematically similar poet or author askdwe]? It's tragic, but it seems my copies didn't make the journey to the great beyond.
it's attractive if you think DOOP DOOP DOOP is an acceptable mating cry
My collection is of first edition religious works, especially erroneous printings, and some children's books. [Really, don't ask. That's a long story.]
The regular library has both him and Whitman, I believe. [Because of course Toby would like free verse about homosexual feelings, amirite.] They really have quite a decent collection-- if we must entrap everyone on a whaling ship, at least we have much more to read than they did in the nineteenth century. That would be dreadful.