unknown tomes [ dipper ]
whyamisweaty
[ ❦ ] —— Goodness knew Wirt needed rest. He never would have imagined that so much could happen in the span of a single day; it felt as if he had lived an entire lifetime within a few short hours. All he wanted to do was find the area in which he had apparently been assigned to live--again, he hadn't paid the scientist's introductory video much heed--and sleep for about twelve hours.
He had been wandering through the ruined library that was District Epsilon for about fifteen minutes before realizing that he should probably be trying to keep an eye out for his room. Or his... whatever he was told he would be living in. Weren't they supposed to be behind the bookshelves? Something like that? Wirt was too tired to really make sense of what the kind person back at the staircase had told him. Something about side rooms and sliding bookshelves...
Wirt rubbed his eyes and pulled a little at his hair in an attempt to wake himself up. As he did, he noticed someone off a ways, examining one of the more complete bookshelves. He appeared to be taking notes in an old book of his own. Maybe he was more familiar with the area. Normally, Wirt might not ask for help from someone younger than him, but at the moment, he was too exhausted to care.
Doing his best not to look as tired as he felt, he approached the kid, his tiredness lifting slightly as he tried to see what he was writing in his book. It was an old tome, much older than Wirt had thought at first.
"Hey, uh, do you have a second?"
