#stu casually bullshitting his way through the trial and claiming himself the sole survivor of the massacre

[woozyhere]

Stop pretending you are not thinking about me. ( romeo!! )

So maybe he's been hanging around the library a lot lately. You can't blame a guy - it's not exactly the first place anyone would think to cruise, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and with knowledge came power or some shit like that. Stu was reading, but he wasn't so focused on the library so much as the librarian himself.

He's just placed back a book from the non-fiction, crime section. Stu is in there, reading, because he's searching. He's always looking for more Ghostface mentions, always curious about whether it has inspired other artists to perform, with words instead of knives. The problem with obsession is that it's unpredictable. One moment, you're obsessed with your own murders, seeking out a morsel of the meal you left behind. The next moment, your entire focus falls to the librarian across the way. It happens often. Each visit, in fact.

A lop-sided smirk curves the side of his mouth; eye contact is kept for a lingering moment as he slowly, swiftly - with more grace than should match a tall, lanky male such as Stu - turns his back and begins to leave. His steps are only paused when he hears the other speak. That smirk remains, though he doesn't turn around, not yet. "I'm not pretending anything."

Swiveling on his heels, Stu hardly hesitates. He steps forward, closes the distance between the two of them, and allows that smirk to part his lips in a toothy grin. Maybe his eyelids fall just a smidge, a softer gaze, though intense all the same. There's amusement and intrigue in those baby blues. "I am thinking about you. I think about you a lot, these days." He offers, head tilting. "But you've been thinking about me too, haven't you?"