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Working at a library had it’s benefits that were suited specifically for Karkat. For example the place was normally quiet, or kept at a reasonable low volume that ensured to not feed or make a headache ache and throb between his temples. Most of the time people came in to either read, use the computers for research, or the few who had actually bothered to come for a isolated session to let their minds work without the pressures and distraction of common background noise.
The next thing had to be the books. They had such a wide variety of genres in the library, although his personal favorites were the ones that hovered their foot in the romance section with a side order of actual good plot. It seemed these days it was hard to find something like that these days and it was painstakingly difficult to rearrange the romance aisle from books with actual good plot and realistic romance in them to general shit holes within his first week.
He’s learned to put up with it now even if he gives it a grimace now and then when his eye catches a particularly distasteful book.
Currently Vantas found himself with a large pile of books that had next to him that were returned at the end of the day. Most of them were the typical research books no one in their right mind would read without being forced at a gunpoint if they wanted to even so much as earn a respectable grade. He saved the more personal reading books for last though just to get an idea on what people seemed to enjoy looking at.
He’s not at all surprised at seeing the abundance of young adult novels in his pile. For now he goes through them with a silent nod of approval from him as he sets it into it’s rightful place. He comes across a romance YA novel called Hush, Hush while looking at it’s dreadful cover of a shirtless and shoeless angelic man with wings that looked diseased to have that little feathers and black as night. (Seriously what’s with this trope of having angels be shirtless and shoeless? They understand the concept of pants so why not other articles of clothing?!) and he snarls. “God, who the fuck actually read this?” Karkat hisses to himself although he’s cautious to raise his voice up to it’s normal louder level.
The book is opened and he’s thumbs to a random section of the book and nearly cringes at it’s righting. He was right, this was shit. “So forced. Why would you fall for someone who is clearly stalking you, you crazy broad.” During his complains of the shitty book in hand he’s too engrossed in disgust and sick amusement to continue going through to hear muted footsteps walk towards his direction until it’s a bit too late and he’s caught red handed reading the clear abomination in which he snaps shut and his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“It’s not what it looks like. I was just... Looking at how atrocious this piece of shit was,” he mumbled out in defense with his perma-scowl planted on him. “And whoop-de-fucking-doo I was right. So, what do you want?”
