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 Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 4:09 pm
He'd been dragged to the library.
Yes. Dragged.
There was no other reason why Nosferatu would even set foot in these musty old buildings that was lined with books and had a handful of computers for people to look stuff up on if they didn't have the option at their own home. His sister, Magdalena, had somehow convinced him to go and by convincing he meant she totally tricked him and gave him no choice.
The nightshade girl had blackmailed him and when he pretended to not care she simply took his hand and pulled him until he grudgingly followed. He'd heard her reasons for why she wanted him to come with her but he'd be damned if he could find it in him to care. It was boring in a library he could tell just by looking at the building.
They went to the children's section where he then proceeded to annoy the ever loving crap out of his sister by sighing loudly and announcing that he's bored and so on until she finally had enough of him and told him to go somewhere else that wasn't near her until she was done.
Nosferatu had gotten his way - kind of. He was obligated as a protective brother to stay near by in case she needed him to stand up for her but for now he prowled the library, "Bored, bored, bored." He announced as he walked by a table only to be 'Shh'd' at. He raised an eyebrow and stared at the offender and stuck his tongue out, "Stupid butthead," he sassed as he walked toward a different part of the children's section for now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 4:23 pm
Nosferatu's day was about to get more difficult.
In that particular section of the children's books he was stumbling into, there was a toddler. This was not particularly surprising, as it was the part of the library where toddlers tended to be, but unlike the other children that were contently reading, or at least chewing on the books without kicking up too much of a fuss, this one was highly frustrated. Clutching his poof of a tail, he rubbed at the dark, heavy bags under his eyes and frowned, not a dim sort of toddlery frown, but a grim sort of precocious frown. Staring at the book in front of him, a slim volume about a little engine that could, he lifted it up, examined it carefully, and then threw it at the wall.
It disrupted a shelf of books, which collapsed. The child did not giggle at this, but smiled an equally grim little grin and picked up The Ugly Duckling. These books were not satisfying in terms of content, but they made excellent projectiles. He wasn't often left alone with heavy objects.
Taking aim again, he threw the disgusting duckling drama at the first thing he saw- Nosferatu's face. This time, there was a giggle, a gleeful cackle, and the little fox boy's dark, tired eyes were wide with the joy of his new game. Maybe this library was fun after all?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 4:45 pm
There was a sound of protest from the vampire bat as his face met the cover of the book with a rather gross looking duckling on it. The book landed quite firmly on his face and nearly landed onto the poor boy's uncovered toes. It was a good thing that the book was a small volume and not a whole tome of other fairytales otherwise he'd have been actually in pain due to his foot and his face. If anything the fact that he got a book in the face startled him.
He looked toward the sound of the struggle and the tiny claws at the top of his wings formed little fists as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Think you're so cool don't ya little man," Nosferatu drawled at the poofy tailed tosser of books.
"I can throw books way better and farther than you. Because I'm way bigger," he explained haughtily. He might as well turn this into a challenge and entertain himself.
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