Post by Lee on Jan 24, 2008 22:35:50 GMT
Yawning, Lee pulled himself up off the mattress.
A book bent open, spine to the ceiling, pages splayed open across the bedspread betrayed his activity for the past few hours, or at least he would use it as an excuse if anyone asked. He was the most academic guy, he never had been, he'd found books boring, learning had been tedious and really... hard. Somehow he'd gotten it into his head that he couldn't do it, probably because of his dumbass older brother, but for whatever reason he had never read any of the classic books he felt he ought to have done. That so many of the rest of the pack done. As he had told Regina it was 'lame' of him and he wanted to change that, since as well as the inclination, he had the time to do so.
The French wolf had recommended 'A Tale of Two Cities' because she'd apparently 'heard it was, like, pretty good and stuff', but Lee got the sneaking suspicion from the way the brunette had handed him a copy and told him to be careful with it 'or whatever' that she had read it herself, possibly several times. Regina was not as dumb as she made herself out to be, but who was he to call her on it? Obviously she played the airhead card for a reason and while they were friends it really wasn't his place to quiz her about it or out her to the rest of the pack. Everyone had their reasons for their little character quirks after all, and even if Regina's was a pretty big one, it wasn't his place to undermine her that way.
However, he'd gotten a couple of chapters into the book, lying on his bed to read it that afternoon and... he'd fallen asleep. It was kind of embarrassing. It wasn't because the book was bad either, actually it was pretty cool, he didn't really know anything about the Revolution and it was really pretty interesting. It wasn't that it was too hard for him either, he even managed to get his head around some of the really complex Dickensian sentences - even if he'd had to read them a couple of times to do so - he'd just gotten too comfy. Then he'd found himself reading the same sentence a couple of times and decided to give his eyes a rest. Then, well, he'd fallen asleep. No one had to know that though. It would be his little secret, he thought as he rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes with one hand sleepily.
Lee reached for the book and shoved a book mark in the form of an old movie stub in it and then tossed it down in his dresser before shuffling off to the bathroom. He'd have to hunt out some food after that; his stomach grumbled in complaint at him.
A book bent open, spine to the ceiling, pages splayed open across the bedspread betrayed his activity for the past few hours, or at least he would use it as an excuse if anyone asked. He was the most academic guy, he never had been, he'd found books boring, learning had been tedious and really... hard. Somehow he'd gotten it into his head that he couldn't do it, probably because of his dumbass older brother, but for whatever reason he had never read any of the classic books he felt he ought to have done. That so many of the rest of the pack done. As he had told Regina it was 'lame' of him and he wanted to change that, since as well as the inclination, he had the time to do so.
The French wolf had recommended 'A Tale of Two Cities' because she'd apparently 'heard it was, like, pretty good and stuff', but Lee got the sneaking suspicion from the way the brunette had handed him a copy and told him to be careful with it 'or whatever' that she had read it herself, possibly several times. Regina was not as dumb as she made herself out to be, but who was he to call her on it? Obviously she played the airhead card for a reason and while they were friends it really wasn't his place to quiz her about it or out her to the rest of the pack. Everyone had their reasons for their little character quirks after all, and even if Regina's was a pretty big one, it wasn't his place to undermine her that way.
However, he'd gotten a couple of chapters into the book, lying on his bed to read it that afternoon and... he'd fallen asleep. It was kind of embarrassing. It wasn't because the book was bad either, actually it was pretty cool, he didn't really know anything about the Revolution and it was really pretty interesting. It wasn't that it was too hard for him either, he even managed to get his head around some of the really complex Dickensian sentences - even if he'd had to read them a couple of times to do so - he'd just gotten too comfy. Then he'd found himself reading the same sentence a couple of times and decided to give his eyes a rest. Then, well, he'd fallen asleep. No one had to know that though. It would be his little secret, he thought as he rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes with one hand sleepily.
Lee reached for the book and shoved a book mark in the form of an old movie stub in it and then tossed it down in his dresser before shuffling off to the bathroom. He'd have to hunt out some food after that; his stomach grumbled in complaint at him.