And what's left is...

[bluesofpeace.livejournal.com]

[Kaz is feeling a bit "down," one might say. There's a bit less of a bounce in his step, a more serious air surrounding him. He stands in the library, a heavy, dusty, worn leather-bound reference book in his hand. He turns the pages with care, gaze wholly focused through dark lenses on the pages before him.]

[At a glance, he looks to be pretty normal. He shouldn't even seem depressed, really. A better word to describe him is probably "subdued." Something... something is different, something is missing.]

[Go ahead and talk to him. See for yourself.]


((Due to a room effect, Kaz has accidentally his whole overactive libido for three days! This post is NOT getting locked, so help me. :I /shakes fist))

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[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Considering what Kaz was listening to on tape last time Ocelot saw him in a libary, Ocelot can guess what's in those pages. Or so he thinks.]

Wouldn't it be easier to read with the sunglasses off?

[Ocelot leans his shoulder against a bookshelf, watching Kaz from a few feet away.]

[no-philanthropy.livejournal.com]

[Oh, there's the fellow otaku he's been looking for!]

H-Hey, Kaz! What are you reading?

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hello, Master Miller.

[Emma wasn't sure if this was the one she had chocolate fondue with, but she most certainly didn't forget that face.]

[There were a few books in her arms, the topmost being an Isaac Asimov novel.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid wants to see if he can sneak up on him.]

[He gets as close as he can before saying] You're not normally the studious type.