[Ever since the flood in question, Slevin has been especially polite, especially friendly, especially out of the way. He doesn't know many people here, yet, and he thinks that as long as he plays his cards right here no one will make the connection between that angry, conniving child and Slevin's stupid, broad smirk. At least, no one who hasn't already, and that's just a matter of admission. As long as he doesn't admit to anything, in any way, outside of these floods and breaches, well. He should be golden.
Of course, in the interim he still needs places to lie low and appear normal, and the library is an easy one at that. No one pays much attention to the people who frequent the library as long as they don't break the silence, and Slevin is careful not to do that.
But he's seen the other man here a couple of times, this strangely quiet, always moving, always watching man; he's never seen someone read, write, and keep an eye out around them at the same time while also appearing bored. Not since Goodkat, anyway. So that's where he takes his next book, pulling it carefully off the shelf - a Vonnegut, because that seems like a safe enough bet for normal but not too normal, just boring and strange enough to warn people off - and pausing near the table.]
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Of course, in the interim he still needs places to lie low and appear normal, and the library is an easy one at that. No one pays much attention to the people who frequent the library as long as they don't break the silence, and Slevin is careful not to do that.
But he's seen the other man here a couple of times, this strangely quiet, always moving, always watching man; he's never seen someone read, write, and keep an eye out around them at the same time while also appearing bored. Not since Goodkat, anyway. So that's where he takes his next book, pulling it carefully off the shelf - a Vonnegut, because that seems like a safe enough bet for normal but not too normal, just boring and strange enough to warn people off - and pausing near the table.]
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