Having fun isn't hard when you've got a library card! [4/4]

While Mikhail fawned over the pictures, Joakim had taken to going to the library mainly because his dorm stank of very strongly-brewed coffee thanks to his new teammate and he could use a quiet spot without such a stench. Ugh. How the hell do people stand that kind of stink, anyway.

He passed by the blonde young man, picked up some random mythology book (that he at least had SOME interest in) and sat down a seat away from the mumbling, and possibly crying human. He could've sworn he heard the kid mumble something about calling it Garfield--

Craning his neck slightly, the viking peeked at what the human may be reading, spotted the picture Mikhail was stroking (rather lovingly) and scoffed to himself, "Can't beat forest cats..." before opening the book he'd picked out earlier, propping his elbow up on the table, resting his chin in his palm and pretending to read.

Geez Joakim, could've tried to nap someplace else--

Leno stared the forum for a good several minutes. A mess of stuff she expeccted. Posting a image of puppy. A weird squabble and a bunch of letters that looked like gibberish. Should I ask anyone..? She looked around the area. She began to lock the computer. The blue-haired woman started to stand from her seat. Very people few seemed to come the library today. She spotted a girl reading in the fantasy section. Leno was indecisive on whether or not to approach her. She didn't like getting help with what seemed to another person, a trivial task. She paused a bit after taking few steps. "Um.." She muttered in a low voice,pointed her index finger. "...Excuse...me."

The sound of the nearby chair moving made Joakim open his eyes slightly, letting out a low groan as he pushed his head upright slightly to look at Mikhail through his bangs.

"Angel...?" the viking murmured, sounding thoroughly confused. He looked around him, half-expecting to see Valkyries looming over him and was mildly disappointed when he saw none. He gave the human a look, narrowing his eyes at the space over the excited young man's head.

Huh. White.

He didn't seem threatening, except maybe for the fact that the human was looking at him as if he was some huge, fluffy animal he wanted to take home, and Joakim frowned slightly. Reaching out, he flicked Mikhail's forehead lightly, as if to make him pay attention to what he was going to say.

"Oi, let's get two things straight. One, I'm no angel. Two, shit boy, your lungs aren't supposed to make you sound like a squeaky toy. Breathe properly." Well, on the flip side, if the young man had a severe enough asthma attack or something, his thread would turn red... Not that he was waiting for that to happen.

Mikhail squeaked, wheezing more when Joakim flicked him in the eye.
"Oh, that hurt!" he said as though he was commenting on the weather, not sounding particularly upset. He stared unblinkingly at Joakim with awe. "You can physically touch me! How...that's so wonderful!"
He reached out without permission to touch Joakim's arm, his hand trembling. "Wow! Wow, I can't believe..."
He stood up out of his chair; he was scarcely taller than Joakim when the man was sitting down. Mikhail moved around to touch as much of the viking as much as he could, skittering his clammy hands over his shoulders and on his head.
"If you're not an angel...where's your thread?" he said eagerly. "You smell like...you smell like...them...you're an angel! A threadcutter!"

The touching was already setting off Joakim's mental alarms. What was he, some kind of display for people to touch? Of all the SA humans he's encountered so far, this was definitely one of the strangest he's seen. Snarling, Joakim swatted Mikhail's hands off of him. Against his better judgment, he reached out, grabbed the front of the mortal's shirt and rose from his seat, lifting the mortal a few good inches off the ground,

"Don't touch me." It was a warning. His blood boiled the longer he looked at Mikhail, but with a low growl, he calmed himself down before setting Mikhail down on his feet He had to remind himself that Mikhail was probably just... very curious. And probably didn't know the concept of personal space when it came to dead people.

He sat back down, though he didn't exactly give his back to Mikhail, opting instead to face him so he could avoid anymore unnecessary contact. Trying to nap in the living world was really not a good idea now...

He called him a 'threadcutter', though... Even asked where his thread was, "...I don't have one. ...You shouldn't approach threadless people so easily." 'Especially if they're quick on their weapon draw,' he kept the last sentence to himself, glancing quickly over the arm of his chair where his duffel bag was. His axe was right where he left it, and he felt that Mikhail should be glad the viking had a rather difficult-to-draw weapon on his person.

"...I smell? Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" the redhead narrowed his eyes at the human. This kid was weird. Was he saying angels smelled? Phew, and you'd think ascending to a higher plane would save you from the horrors of B.O.

From where he was sitting, he did notice a rather familiar figure at the computers nearby. A brunette he once met in the subway... and... some blue-haired chick. Both threadless. Interesting.