Accordion players are the worst.

They always are. I had a friend who specialized in the accordion, and he would talk about his homebrewed mods to it. *he shakes his head. Looking at the papers now instead of Asphodel* I aged thirty years whenever he’d start up.

In any case, are you from around here? I could have sworn I saw you walk past the library’s entrance some three times. Are you lost?

Right. Especially with the big tree and all. *he scoops up one final cluster of paper, his bag now popping overfilling some, before standing tall in front of Asphodel* I could guide you there if you like. As a... reparation, if you would.

*he gives the bag one last pat to flatten it some before extending his hoof in return* Ludwig, at your service. How do I... ah... *shakes Asphodel’s wing*

It’s just this way, I believe.

I work here. *hms and hahs for a second* I’m not /employed/ here, I mean I just /work/ here. The library’s usually pretty quiet. It’s good for listening. What about you? Who are you meeting up with? I assume you’re meeting someone at the tower, of course.

Ah! You know Mr. @mlp_Noxavian, then? He’s about the only batpony alchemist that comes to mind.

Odd. *he regards Asphodel a moment before speaking again* He doesn't seem like the type. He seemed deathly terrified of other ponies, let alone relationships. Are you family, somehow?

An obligation, I'd understand more.

You two sound close.

Me? Heavens, no. That's not a dig against him or anything, I'm just taken. Although he's also not that attractive. In my opinion. *he turns the corner in front of Asphodel* No offense.

I don't think ponies would look very good inside either.

*left Caissa M. Lasker a de edged peanut butter jelly sandwich for lunch this morning with the crust cut off in the shape of a heart* *its the thought that counts*

*appreciates @mlp_MissEris*

Wiggles her eyebrows.

I said I would stick to Tom but I wanna say here because we’re all kinda in that semi retired to retired oc category- my first ever memories in TP are hanging out with Historia, Baseline Brass, and Caissa M. Lasker. You guys hooked me. <3

*he’s spent the past couple months as a hermit of sorts. The warmer seasons were never his favorite anyway, but now that they’re wrapping up he’s back in business. A short while later, he packs things up, slips into his fall jacket, and hits the streets*

*gives Caissa M. Lasker a brief hug before leaning over to turn off the starry night light. He closes his book on the art of old Prussia and drifts away to sleep*

I can do a dab if those are still cool for the next two hours. Are those still cool