/ Solo RP between Felix and AleisterHe laid there staring at the ceiling, he'd woken up early that morning, Aleister had, and found himself alone inside this large house he'd grown to call his home in the month and a half he'd been staying there. Alone with nothing to do, no one to talk to, and strict rules to follow- all involving not leaving the house for any reason- Aleister did the one thing he could think of with such an opportunity:
Messed everything up.
All from sprinkling glitter on the cats, making a construction paper collage on the kitchen floor, painting at least four different walls, upturning the couch cushions and stacking them on one another, to gluing all the bed pillows to their spots, with one having been accidentally stuck to a wall. A day well spent, and yet there he was, laying in the middle of the living room floor with books and papers scattered around him, staring blankly out in front of him.
Everything the boy wanted to do, done, and his caretaker wasn't even home from whatever edge of the earth he'd walked off of yet. What else was he supposed to do? Slowly he sat up, still the same blank look on his face, and sighed. Bright yellow eyes glanced to the side at the table beside him, catching glimpse of something sitting on the table.
"Oh yeah, Fifi's book..." he muttered under his breath as he turned himself, leaning onto the table with arms outstretched to pull the book his direction.
Aleister cocked a brow at the large thing, his tiny fingers tracing over the leather-bound cover. Every night that Felix got home, or any night he just was, he spent pouring over this book. It made the boy curious as to what was so interesting about it, what could possibly make his caretaker spend hours on end reading it?
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