Dom had hidden himself with a copy of a Planar Common translation of 'Code-Dependency - Technomancer's Practical Guide'. The shelves surrounding him looked identical to lower floors - pale crème finishes, clean continuations of that panelling across the floor and enough quiet to keep him safe.
So far, Kamigawa represented a new challenge. Biilzie had obviously betrayed him, hence why he hadn't responded to the pile of 27 love-letters he personally quilled, perfumed and added in some illustrations of himself. 'Surely she loves me still. She couldn't resist someone so much more, refined. I mean, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't talk to people, I wouldn't be as glamourous, she's just, everything.' His mind returned back from daydream with the recognition of his real goal - to become perfect for her. This book has to reflect some improvements and new technique for automated thopters, that could capture every angle of another's emotions. It was obvious, at least in Dom's mind, that Biilzie only ignored him because he still needed to prove himself. He could find every last displeasure, and pluck them out of his life like tweezers, pulling and snapping every last one.
So long as this stayed with him, and him alone, everything would work out. Khae, the brutish Prismari girl, kept spying on him throughout their short interactions, yet he still dismissed her, just another nuisance to be pushed out of the way when the time came. Friends are like that, in love. Obstacles between your lover's undying dedication and your own.
He read on for hours, with his notebook next to him. It was another one of the exorbitantly expensive Quandrix official books, which as much as they sunk him into debt, were worth it. Proof he could provide for another person. Treat them like a princess.
He put the book back, satisfied with the information. Time to fully separate from the group, and check out the cute cafe. The maids looked far more appealing that whatever the sight-seeing trip was going to be.
