Quote:- Love and the Art of War
Zaraki-taicho! She leapt to her feet, bowing smoothly from the neck. Can I help you?
He made another low rumbling noise, the growling of a meditative volcano. Ise, right?
She nodded. The lack of honorifics didnt particularly bother her. After a century of being Nanao-chan, she could handle being just Ise.
Im looking for a book.
Nanao stifled her first, uncharitable thoughtHe knows how to read?and said cautiously, Any particular book?
He rubbed the back of his neck, and contrived to look vaguely uncomfortable. Hmmmm. He held up a slip of paper. This one. Its in the card catalog, but not on the shelves.
Nanao silently cursed the gods that had caused her to miss the sight of Zaraki using the card catalog. She extended a hand. May I?
He gave her a wary lookwary? Zaraki? What in the name of the thousand gods is going on?and held out the scrap of paper. Nanao took it. In clear, if somewhat blocky handwriting, it read Everybody Wets The Bed Sometimes, Smith & Goldberg, 62035.75
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You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.