Ralph sighed again, running his hands through his hair. At this point, it probably looked incredibly greasy for all he knew, what with all the oils and the hands and---- oh god, Miranda had implanted that into his head. Ralph shook his head quickly, as if attempting to get that thought out of his mind. It didn't work exactly, but made him able to still look like he was functioning fine on the outside.
"No, I'm--- leaving, too," Ralph replied quietly at first, but then reached for his book and stood up quickly anyway. Besides, it wasn't exactly like he could stay here anyway; people were still staring. Oh, why had he done that and gone over the deep end? So stupid, he was so stupid and--- urgh.
Ralph forced the chair back into the table roughly, and jammed the book under his arm. "I'm all for getting out of here. I never like the library anyway."
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