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──── ' midnight vodka race '──── [CH. XV] ✦ ˚
" were you ever weaned on how to share, or do i have to teach you that too? "
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THE LIBRARY ATOMSPHERE STARKLY CONTRASTS THE PURE FIRE CIRCULATING AMID FIVE'S EYES. The entrance's double-doors slam in place behind them, guiding them into a world of tall bookshelves and three floors of nothing but a whirlwind of knowledge in its crisp white walls. To outsiders, Five and Ophira seem like two young students on their lunch break, itching for a study session. But the reality of the situation is a tad more bizarre than that.
"What are we even doing at a goddamn library, Five? Making a new plan?"
Ophira pressed onwards, not bothering to hush their words as they stride forward to keep up with Five's stark steps, that could rival a model's. He explores the many library corridors with nothing more than the now-worn bag Delores resides in, strapped along the broadness of his back.
"Equations."
Ophira's heels slam against the pearly steps of a sprawling staircase. "Oh, yeah? The ones I taught you?"
"Do you even remember how to do them?"
Five tears his eyes away from the scenery ahead of him for the first time since the laboratory blew the fuck up, barely half an hour ago. He inclines his head to the side, a motion drenched in nothing more than mockery. He snickers. "Or do I have to play teacher with your pathetic ass?"
