"Don't worry about it," Clarence responded in protest, taking a seat away from Elliot so he could leave his books ad papers sprawled however he needed them. Raising his feet and placing them into the chair across from him, Clarence sat back and pulled his own backpack up onto the table, shuffling to get something from inside.
He didn't frequent libraries to read. Rather, he stopped after school some days just to derp around on the computers so he wouldn't have to go home. Sometimes he did homework if he felt like it. But today had been a computer day. Had been. Then he had spotted Elliot and, well, he didn't want to say that he was feeling friendly necessarily, but the guy seemed nice and hey, if he wanted Clarence gone then it just meant their first real conversation the night before hadn't been genuine and he could dump this line of acquaintance.
He kinda hoped that wasn't the case, but he'd never say it out loud.
"Whatcha looking for?" There were... a lot of books on the table.
Monday afternoon I guess
He didn't frequent libraries to read. Rather, he stopped after school some days just to derp around on the computers so he wouldn't have to go home. Sometimes he did homework if he felt like it. But today had been a computer day. Had been. Then he had spotted Elliot and, well, he didn't want to say that he was feeling friendly necessarily, but the guy seemed nice and hey, if he wanted Clarence gone then it just meant their first real conversation the night before hadn't been genuine and he could dump this line of acquaintance.
He kinda hoped that wasn't the case, but he'd never say it out loud.
"Whatcha looking for?" There were... a lot of books on the table.