is a mink your fursona or what {{mink
Libraries weren't exactly Yuma's stomping grounds. He was more of a hands-on type of man. Libraries were seldom his thing, seldom considering how boisterous of an individual he was. Rarely does he ever keep his voice down. Not ever. The boy is simply naturally loud, hence, he rarely enters libraries. Today was simply a rare occasion, is all. One could liken it as a lost bear cub exploring the grounds, but really, Yuma just had no idea what he was doing or where he was going.
A stranger seems very concentrated on what looked to Yuma to be a large text. Too concentrated. Curiosity gets the better of him, as it so typically does, and the giant would approach. A giant figure looms over a seated one, his eyes long burrowed in its text.
"Hey, hey, why do you look so concentrated, huh? What are you readin'?" Hands on his hips, hazels drop their gaze to the text's contents. Upside down-- of course he can't read it. And the stranger, long engrossed (or just ignoring him) isn't answering.
"I'm askin' ya a question, so it'd do ya well to answer me, yeah?" Brows furrow as he speaks. Still no answer.
Next best thing was to simply... force the stranger to pay attention as he speaks. He clamps both hands on the book's top edge, quite literally yanking the text out of his hands as he stands up straight. The text flipped right-side up in his hands and Yuma reads the contents. Only one word stuck out to him: "slut".
"Haaahhh? You were focusin' on pervy books, weren't ya!? You have no shame, do ya?" Haplessly, wiuth an exasperated sigh, Yuma tosses the book aside, awaiting the satisfying "thud" before opening his mouth again. "Che! Perverted old man."