The grounds outside, Sunday evening/night

[nadiathesaint]

Reading dark poetry in a room with a monkey? Didn't quite cut it. And the roof seemed remarkably crowded these days. So after having a conversation with Nadia-in-Willow's-body, Hamlet-in-Nadia's-body headed outside with a flashlight and the book he'd borrowed from Cally. After some debate, he climbed a tree and dangled one still-bare foot off the branch as he perched, flashlight in his teeth, and started reading.

[ooc: mostly for cyclopeanmerc, but open to bothering, nonetheless.]