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[ something something library ]
[ shang qinghua is looking for a book. his book, specifically. he knows it's gotta be here! and definitely in multiple volumes. proud immortal demon way is so, so long. it would probably be hard to miss!
the problem is he has mistaken the "action/adventure" section for the "bad porn" section, so he will definitely not be finding it here.
he looks like an asshole. that is to say, he's wearing his outer robes over jeans and a t-shirt (who's gonna give up qiankun sleeves??) and is that a spot or two of pizza grease on those fine silk robes? there sure is. currently he is bent over, his face all but pressed to the spines of the books on the shelves. it's kinda dim this deep in the stacks. ]
C'mon, it's gotta be here...
[ he stirs up a bit of dust by accident and sneezes. but like, really sneezes, repeatedly, with enough force that he staggers back, trips on the hem of his robes, knocks into both shelves somehow and then one of them starts to...teeter inward. shang qinghua immediately throws his arms out to catch it before it crashes into the next shelf -- thanks, cultivator strength! -- but that's about all he manages, and he's stuck leaning in an awkward position, holding this ceiling-high bookshelf up from domino effecting the entire fucking library. ]
Ahh, fuck, fuck -- [ he keeps the curses under his breath, then clears his throat and raises his voice. ] Hey, uh...can I get a little help over in aisle five?
the problem is he has mistaken the "action/adventure" section for the "bad porn" section, so he will definitely not be finding it here.
he looks like an asshole. that is to say, he's wearing his outer robes over jeans and a t-shirt (who's gonna give up qiankun sleeves??) and is that a spot or two of pizza grease on those fine silk robes? there sure is. currently he is bent over, his face all but pressed to the spines of the books on the shelves. it's kinda dim this deep in the stacks. ]
C'mon, it's gotta be here...
[ he stirs up a bit of dust by accident and sneezes. but like, really sneezes, repeatedly, with enough force that he staggers back, trips on the hem of his robes, knocks into both shelves somehow and then one of them starts to...teeter inward. shang qinghua immediately throws his arms out to catch it before it crashes into the next shelf -- thanks, cultivator strength! -- but that's about all he manages, and he's stuck leaning in an awkward position, holding this ceiling-high bookshelf up from domino effecting the entire fucking library. ]
Ahh, fuck, fuck -- [ he keeps the curses under his breath, then clears his throat and raises his voice. ] Hey, uh...can I get a little help over in aisle five?
I need icons for him still aaaaAAAA
The little demon halts just clear of the shelf's potential area of impact, blinks, and then literally points and laughs delightedly in this poor man's face.]
Ha ha, that shelf's about to crush you and your noodly little human arms are too flimsy do a thing about it!
[You know, in case Shang Quinghua wasn't fully aware of the situation already.]
Re: I need icons for him still aaaaAAAA
he chokes a little as his attempts backfire, pressing him just a little lower. he's used to being bullied, he can take it like a man, but -- ]
Yeah, I'm, uh, really living the moment. So -- [ hrgnghh ] Do you know what happens if my noodly arms fail and this thing falls all the way over?