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Feet tapped as he walked down the aisles, eyes staring along the spines of the books and his fingers dragging across the spines as he went down. Words mumbled between his lips, the words forming the titles of each book he looked at. He knew it was doing it, but he didn't really care, helped him remember long enough to forget it. Blue eyes darted along the spines as he slowly took another step forward and tapped his foot as he stood in place for a moment. Reading the titles of the books around him, he took another step forward and repeated. This continued as he moved down the aisle until he found a book and removed it from the shelf. A smile pressed briefly to his lips as he moved out of the aisle and towards the piles of books he was creating. It was small, only about four other books rested upon a chair. "Yes, yes," he muttered to himself as he sat down in front of the chair and turned the spines of the books towards him, placing the new one at the very top and staring at the spines, two fingers trailing down the bottoms of the books. Each book he had taken had nothing to do with each other, simply just completely random books to the normal eye. Pulling out one of the colored pencils he carried with him, he spread out the books upon the floor and opened them up. Laying upon his stomach, his legs bent and let his feet hang as he kicked them idly and began to circle words within each book with the purple pencil in his hand.
His tongue stuck out and was bitten between his teeth as his eyes focused and a few locks of his navy blue bangs trailed down over his eyes. The rest of his hair was a lime green and it rested in a wild nest upon his head. Clearly he had no care about keeping his hair tidy yet his cloths were easily far cleaner than his hair, for looks at least. Turning the pages of each book, he stared at them for a moment and tilted his head as his eyes darted across them. Sliding his tongue into his mouth, he moved the end of the pencil up to his lips and bit at it as he thought idly. Words mumbled past his lips and the end of the pencil, but the words were far to jumbled for anyone to truly understand what he was saying.
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