[littl3chocobo]

when the other left he put the lecture on copy, allowing it to record on it's own he put aside the laptop and went to the room, he looked around hoping the other did not take it with him, the book was rather large. he was in luck, it was pushed under the othe boy's pillow. he sat on the bed and opened the book, it had a couple new pages and now an illustration, two indistinguishable people danced in what looked like a rose garden. it was charming though he did not know his roomate could draw. he moved back to the place he had been at before. as he read his heart clenched, they shared a name for sure but his suspicions were well founded, this person was not him, they were close but the sameness was out-weighed by the differences. he continued reading however, he refused to be jealous of an imaginary character. when he got to the end, where the door opened and the offer made his heart clenched, he knew this would be a doomed story, the prince was unaware of robin's true nature and robin was blissfully ignorant of the prince's proposition. he thought to write in the book, to prevent the sour ending and to fix the errors. he picked up a pen, laying his hand lightly he moved his hand into the position for the first stroke, but he could not do it. if he wrote in the book then the other would know he had been reading it. he stood up instead and went to his side of the room, he tore out a bit of paper and wrote upon it the ending that should be. he folded it twice and stuck it near the end. he hoped it would not be noticed too quickly, or worse, lose it. he placed it near the back of the book