<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfbf">The day seemed to just drag on, as not even the excitement of the librarian moving aroundâ??rarity at that, when most people knew where things were in the library alreadyâ??provided anything for him to do. Henry wasnâ??t a lazy guy, at least, he hoped he wasnâ??t, but being a constable for a library tended to make it seem like it. Not that there were many robberies or troublemakers that came here, as there were other, far more interesting places to stir up trouble.<br/>
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Seemingly, Roger and the dark haired male were searching aimlessly for a novel, of which he had to think if he could be of some sort of assistance. Henry spent most of his time here, reading whenever he could, but mostly keeping an eye out for any little thing he could â??patrolâ??. Nothing came to mind though, so he pressed his lips together and tried not to seem conspicuous as he peered in their directionâ??wondering what Roger would suggest.<br/>
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He had to admit, they were both appealing to the eyes, if only in an English, purely artistic point of view. It wasnâ??t common, perhaps looked down upon, but he couldnâ??t help but allow his chocolate eyes to trail up and down the other malesâ?? physiques.</span>