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bad taste (but hes booksmart)

6.1k words, 1/1, klance

based off the prompt from @nostalgicish who ALSO beta read this fic!!!!!

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53418406

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The tennis ball misses Hunk’s outstretched fingers and rolls underneath the counter, out of their reach. Hunk sits up to go get it, “You couldn’t, there’s no way, someone would call you on your shit if you said that Frodo was a hard crack addict—woah, look at that guy.”

“No, they would not–who?” Lance looks over to the doors, where there is now a short, pale man in a cropped leather jacket. He’s got night-black hair pinned up in a claw clip; gold hearts with little pearls dangling off of one side. Small bangs hang into his eyes.

A faint scar climbs from his jawbone to the right side of his mouth, curved into a frown, and his purplish eyes are hard around the edges.

“He looks like he just got out of rehab,” Hunk comments and Lance bobs his head enthusiastically in agreement.

“Psych thriller or Tender is the Flesh.” Lance assigns him a genre and a book without a second thought, watching him as he tucks his hands into his pockets and starts to make his way…not toward the psychological thrillers.

“Oh, oh! He’s, um, fantasy? Like, I’m thinking YA?”

Lance shakes his head as the unidentified man skips past that section, too. “Goddamn it, is he going towards the fucking biographies?”

Both of them watch in interest and abject horror as their mystery man hangs a left and ends up in the classical romance section. Lance’s jaw hangs open as he watches him disappear into the shelves and shelves of books, whipping around to look at Hunk, who’s in a similar state.

“Classical romance?” Hunk hisses out in exasperation, dropping his face into his hands. “Why does a guy that looks like him read classical romance?”