That's the one, [ Matt agrees dryly. His gaze follows the path of Lestat's finger; he smiles, faint and crooked, for the suggestion that the tome might make a good soporific. ] I never did use that move back in undergrad. Just switched to a better book.
[ For a moment, Matt considers the brick in his hand, then the shelf where he found it. Approaching a desk, Matt lifts the bust of some bewigged and scowling dude and slides the book underneath it. Steps back to admire his work. There's no point in misfiling the books here, really. No more point than intentionally rumpling his clothes. But in an environment so thoroughly outside his control, Matt feels he's gotta take the wins where he can get them.
He casts Lestat a sheepish grin--he knows it's immature, what can you do--and turns to the high-backed chair opposite him. Instead of sitting down, Matt leans over the back of it, folded arms making a pillow for his chin. ]
Oh--did you want to be alone? [ he remembers to ask. ] I can find another room full of books.
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[ For a moment, Matt considers the brick in his hand, then the shelf where he found it. Approaching a desk, Matt lifts the bust of some bewigged and scowling dude and slides the book underneath it. Steps back to admire his work. There's no point in misfiling the books here, really. No more point than intentionally rumpling his clothes. But in an environment so thoroughly outside his control, Matt feels he's gotta take the wins where he can get them.
He casts Lestat a sheepish grin--he knows it's immature, what can you do--and turns to the high-backed chair opposite him. Instead of sitting down, Matt leans over the back of it, folded arms making a pillow for his chin. ]
Oh--did you want to be alone? [ he remembers to ask. ] I can find another room full of books.