<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfbf">The library was perhaps one of the most boring places, in his opinion. Now, not that Henry hated the library, or that he didnâ??t like reading. In fact, the brunette was an avid reader, with books littering his own shelves at home. The only thing he objected to this specific library, was that he had to guard it. A library constable. <i>Really</i>.<br/>
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It just wasnâ??t <i>on</i>.<br/>
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At all.<br/>
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But, like most things in life, one didnâ??t have a choice. There was still rent to pay, food to buy, and above all else, a true British Gentleman would not go long without work. Henry had a fine physique, nearly chiseled from the same tool that had formed the Greek statues of Olympian Gods. The black constable jacket framed his broad shoulders, pinned with a small badge on his left breast to indicate that he was a watchman of sort for the library.<br/>
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Drawn out of his thoughts, Henry glanced over towards the pair wandering in the general direction he was standing in. Just because he was a guard here didnâ??t mean he wasnâ??t allowed to wander the shelves himself, finding a book to peer at. Resting against the shelf that had a large label â??Romance A â?? Câ? over it, the brunette smiled politely and tipped his hat at the librarianâ??Roger if he remembered correctlyâ??and a dark haired male. It wasnâ??t usually a guardâ??s place to speak up and greet them, but it was polite to acknowledge someone bypassing oneâ??s self.<br/>
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He was a guardâ??just a body standing around. If they needed him, they would call for him.</span>