As a librarian working in an underwater library, Ramos likes his peace and quiet, which is distrubed only a few times a year when an author swims by to do a book signing. This time around, it's Kai, a famous writer of steamy romances going by the pe...
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Ramos knew he should go to work. Yesterday's signing had brought in more money than he could have dreamed of, and there were repairs the library needed to be negotiated with the local craftsmen.
But Ramos just couldn't get himself to even get out of bed. He just couldn't believe Kai had left just like that. He'd said that they would talk, but maybe he'd decided Ramos wasn't worth the effort. Which would be fair.
It was all just horribly depressing. He hadn't thought Kai leaving would affect him quite like this, but clearly, it had, and he wasn't sure what to do with himself.
Which was ridiculous. He'd known the entire time that Kai would leave. He lived in the capital city. And definitely had many friends. The most Ramos could have hoped was sometimes sending each other letters, perhaps.
But he supposed it was foolish to hope for even that. And yet rationalizing it all didn't help him get out of bed at all. In fact, he just huddled under his blanket even more, pulling his fin under it better.
His empty stomach gurgled, but that wasn't going to get him to get up. He did wonder what time it was, but he refused to check, knowing he would feel even worse if he knew how much time he'd wasted.
So laying in bed and being unproductive it was.
Naturally, the very moment he thought that, there was a knock on his door, much to his annoyance. He never got visitors. So why now of all days?
Ramos turned over, more than content to ignore whoever wanted to talk to him, but then the person called to him.
"Rami? You in there?"
He groaned, pulling his blanket off himself. Ara. Of course. Who else would it have been? And given her usual stubbornness, he doubted he could simply pretend he wasn't at home.
Though he couldn't help but wonder what she wanted given that she'd almost never come to his apartment.
Tiredly and listlessly moving to the door, he mostly used the walls to pull himself to the door, not bothering to engage his tail much.
Ramos sighed as he pulled the door open, staring blearily at Ara, who was staring back with a notable amount of concern, her eyes wide, her eyebrows raised.
Ramos more than likely looked like a mess, which was not surprising.
"Hey, are you okay?" she immediately asked, looking him over.
Ramos shrugged, sighing. "Yes."
Ara frowned at him harder, clearly not believing him for even a second. "I went to the library to check on you. You know, how the signing went. And you weren't there. Did...did it go badly?"
Ramos sighed again, a heavy, tired gesture as he moved a bit away so he could swing the door open, inviting her in. She wouldn't leave no matter what he said. He was sure of it.
