It was futile, but Mike didn't really care. He still wanted to find a comic book. Just one. He didn't even care if it was a super hero one anymore. He just wanted to hold one in his hand again.
Back home, he only had a box that he had hidden in the rebels' base. Funny, how it had been a library, too. The library. What remained of it, anyway. Somehow, in all the years, the foot police had never investigated the place, or even looked. Mike remembered something about buying off the right people, but it never sat well with him.
Either way, libraries were safe. Shelves to your back, quiet enough that you could hear practically anything. He used to complain that books without pictures were boring, but given enough time on his hands, he started reading those, too. Some of them were pretty good. Others were boring as shell, but even the boring ones had been a distraction from his life back then.
Mike wasn't sure if he needed a distraction now, or if he needed to feel safe in a place where they were "safe" most of the time. It was a prison, but a well groomed one. Kept his hackles up, but not all the way.
He ran his hand over his face, feeling his growing beard. ... Man. He was gonna have to figure out how to shave, wasn't he? That was going to be... weird. No other way to go about it--it was just simply going to be weird....
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Back home, he only had a box that he had hidden in the rebels' base. Funny, how it had been a library, too. The library. What remained of it, anyway. Somehow, in all the years, the foot police had never investigated the place, or even looked. Mike remembered something about buying off the right people, but it never sat well with him.
Either way, libraries were safe. Shelves to your back, quiet enough that you could hear practically anything. He used to complain that books without pictures were boring, but given enough time on his hands, he started reading those, too. Some of them were pretty good. Others were boring as shell, but even the boring ones had been a distraction from his life back then.
Mike wasn't sure if he needed a distraction now, or if he needed to feel safe in a place where they were "safe" most of the time. It was a prison, but a well groomed one. Kept his hackles up, but not all the way.
He ran his hand over his face, feeling his growing beard. ... Man. He was gonna have to figure out how to shave, wasn't he? That was going to be... weird. No other way to go about it--it was just simply going to be weird....
As he walked into the library, his mind wandered.
[For Niikura!]