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At the very least, before you take a nosedive back into the bleach-white pits of despair, you resolve to get Boleski's notebook to wherever it needs to go. The worn tome will be a weight in the back of your mind otherwise.
Grabbing the book where from where you left it on your desk, you flip it over to where the address reads:
XXX Bard's Way
Little Pike, NJ XXXXX
A quick internet search yields the location of a small suburb just a little ways from Konigsburg that, with Bernard, will make this whole thing a piece of cake.
"Ohd tahtee?" Bernard reads out the words on the cover on the worn tome, green eyes squinting at the mess of consonants that litter the cover page. "What kind of book even is this?"
Before you can think to stop him, the blonde undoes the strap that encloses the moleskine notebook, flipping through a few of the pages.
"Huh..." He says, his rifling through the pages slowing down a tad. If anything, Bernard looks even more confused than he had before. "It's all just words and diagrams."
While you wanted to respect Boleski's privacy by refusing to look inside of that book, now that the book is open, you are very much compelled to steal a peek for yourself, and peeking over Bernard's shoulder confirms his words.
The more you inspect the pages, in spite of Boleski's outward condition as well as the language barrier that prevents you from reading any of it, it appears that the man had put a lot of thought into the construction of this journal. Where neat, spaced out paragraphs litter pages chock-full of anatomical diagrams and illustrations of his power in action, the book seems more akin to some sort of documentation or manual rather than a journal like you had initially suspected.
"Alright, this book's actually kinda boring. Take it back--" Bernard turns around to hand the book back to you, careful not to let any of the pages fall out. Then he yawns loudly and audibly, telling you that you he probably won't deliver the book tonight (not like you'd make him anyhow). "Wanna tag along?"
"Sure." You tell him, because why not? Even if your destination ends up being as dull and boring as the contents of the book, you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't the least bit curious about where the book might take you.
With that, Bernard proceeds to stretch like a cat, clearly ready to go to bed. For now, without his old mattress, he'll have to take the couch, but, the next time you hit Schonbrunn Mall, you plan to get him something way better to sleep on.
"Night Ellie." He says through yet another yawn, making his way towards the couch.
"Night." You return, before padding back to your own room.
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