The day, for once, was going rather smoothly for the librarian. Books had been returned to the shelves properly by the students and not left on tables or on the floor. The ones that had checked out the book had done it properly and those that needed to be returned, came back on time. It was a rare occurrence that made Willow question reality. Was he dreaming or was this some sort of nightmare that had yet to show itself? Well, perhaps it was better not to look a gift horse in the mouth and just roll with his good luck. 

However, it seemed questioning such luck brought about the end. No more then thirty minutes later the tables were left a mess. A group of students had decided to leave their books, after their research, upon the table. Some opened, some scattered, and others piled up. 

Willow stood at this table with hands on his hidden within the pockets of his cardigan. A small sighed left him as he lowered his head. Well, he should have expected this to happen. With a small shake of the head, he pulled his massive locks back and began stacking the books up properly. Dividing them up by category for ease. 

At this time, he noticed a man enter the library and make a beeline straight for the medical books. This caused him to cock his head to the side with light interest. He looked, vaguely familiar to a degree but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. 

During the event of stacking books, he would off and on take a peek at the man. There was something about the man that tickled the back of his memory. Was it the hair? The eyes or was this a strange case of deja vu? Maybe, it would come to him at some weird hours of the night.

Books were contuined to be stacked and oragnized. Willow was taking a look at red covered book when he was approached. Amber eyes lifted to meet the others. He thought to tell him it was fine however the idea of having some aid stopped him. ”Thank you.” He spoke softly, hands to busy shifting books to sign.

A conversation was struck while the two placed the books in their proper homes. Confusion stretched across his face as he, once again, looked at Fang. His eyes narrowed in thought as his mind searched for answers. Then, like a firework, his memory brought an image to find from long ago.

He could only think of one person who could remember him like that. Slipping A book onto the shelf, he turned to face Fang. ”Thats funny, I knew someone that looked sort like you too, named Atticus. He both signed and spoke, playing the same game to see if their thoughts did indeed match instead of jumping to a probably obvious conclusion.

It took a moment for Willow to realize what was being signed to him. Not because he couldnt follow the motions, but because his brain was running through past memories. As if doing a quick side by side comparison to this man and from what he remembered of a much younger Fang. The smiliarties were spot on and even upon the confirmation given, he could help but grin broadly. So, this was indeed his friend from back in the day! Excitedly, he signed to the man without verbalizing. Finding no need too if the other could understand what he was saying currently. 

"Holy, well I'll be damned!" he stated with sharp gestures. "Never in a million years did I think I would find you working in a school setting. Look at you, being taller then me still and everything, and with PhD."[Now the PhD was no surprise. Atticus was always had a medical book up to his face. Meanwhile, Willow was busy trying to catch whatever animal was near him and sneak into his room. Lord only knew the amount of turtles he brought back and the like. The only thing he never took in were frogs. Terrified of those demons he was, absolutely terrified. 

"It's good to see you as well, goodness."when was the last time he had seen him? He couldn't quite recall but he knew he was probably just barely eleven then or somewhere around that age before Fang got adopted out.