#g'raha too like how tf do you write him

[oshamoshroca]

G'raha pauses on his way out of the library. For a moment he could have sworn he heard snoring coming from the stack behind him. Curious to see who has fallen asleep on their research, he peeks around the corner of the bookshelf, and his eyebrows raise in surprise as he finds Osha of all people curled atop a pile of books.

G'raha smiles as he walks up to her, careful not to disturb the myriad of open books that lay scattered around Osha. As he ponders whether or not he should wake her up (she looked so cute but he knows from experience that napping on the floor only wreaks havoc on your back), he notices the title of one of the books at her fingertips. It's an anthology he had mentioned in passing conversation. Actually, as he sifts through the piles, almost all of the books are titles he had mentioned to Osha at some point or another during their conversations.

As he has this revelation, he hears a groggy voice sound off from the ground,

"Raha..?"

Osha looks up at him blearily, before shooting up off the floor, her hands raised in shock. Seems like she was busted.