[ ✧ ] ---Ah, the scent of old books never failed to make him smile. The Library would be his third most favorite place in the world--first being his sister's arms and the second being the comfort of his room--and he did enjoy spending rainy Sunday afternoons huddled in one of the couches near his most preferred corner. On his hand was a book on aliens and all sorts of scientific fantasies, his ebony hues taking in each and every detail and storing everything in his head for future inspiration. Compared to his sister's more classic designs, he was the one who carried on with the whimsy. He hummed a little to himself, pushing his black-rimmed wayfarers up his nose as he continued reading--more like scanning, really--as he skimmed through the pages with a rhythm only he could decipher, carefully thumbing through each illustration with a fervor.
That is until he spies a rather petite girl by the corner of his eye having quite a hard time fetching a book from the topmost tier of the shelves. If he was anyone else he would've helped with her little dilemma--his towering 6"2 height was more than enough for the task, really--but he decided to just keep watch, chuckling a little to himself at her hardship. Why not step on the bottom shelf? Or better yet--wear fitting heels? Ah... But his laugh must've been audible enough, as now he sees the girl giving him a look, and he stupidly decided to hide himself behind his book, praying that the girl would just let his little antic go. He wasn't in the mood to talk, after all.