[ There's only one place where Ashe feels almost at much as home as he does in a kitchen, and that's a library. The smell of old parchment and the creak of well-worn leather are as comforting to him as one might find a warm blanket or a soothing drink, and with a whole new world's worth of stories opened up to him, he's content to lose himself in the pages of a tome and forget about the dire reality of his situation - at least for a little bit.
Or a long bit. He has no idea how long he's been hunched over this book, but it must be getting late. Tucking the book under his arm, he makes to leave only to stumble across someone else who has stayed a bit too long. ]
Um. Excuse me?
[ He doesn't want this man to get in trouble for falling asleep here! ]
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Or a long bit. He has no idea how long he's been hunched over this book, but it must be getting late. Tucking the book under his arm, he makes to leave only to stumble across someone else who has stayed a bit too long. ]
Um. Excuse me?
[ He doesn't want this man to get in trouble for falling asleep here! ]