Afternoon Reading [Lumyr/Ray]

In the quiet library of Zela Academy sat a boy on his lonesome. While others whispered to each other of school projects or scanning shelves for books, this particular boy merely sat near the window, reading a rather strange looking book. Stacked with pages, the page he was on made it appear as if he had yet to even dent it. Observing the cover would reveal it was a book on the tarot, going in depth on the various meanings of each individual card.

The boy's fiery red eyes scanned the pages slowly, taking in every word. He had a reputation as the lonely weird kid, so his interest in the subject merely garnered snickers and faint giggles from passersby. He cared little, considering his own intelligence much above that of those around him. He was ahead in his schoolwork, anyway.

The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed... he thought, quoting directly from the book before him.

He let out a faint and condescending smile.

What a load of crap.

And yet, he continued to read. As on a day like today, there was very little else to do. He didn't quite feel like going to look for another book or else he'd be met with the stares of the pretentious douchebags that surrounded him. So with a sigh, he flipped the page to The Lovers introduction and looked at the blue sky outside the window as he did so. The afternoon sun today was quite brutal, and he became tempted to move away from his seat which was directly in the path of the sun's rays.

He began reading as he walked to look for a new seating arrangement. As he became absorbed in his book more and more, he began to neglect his surroundings, bumping into things and possibly even other students. People muttered cusses or insults, but he didn't hear. He merely continued walking through, occasionally searching for seating but becoming increasingly enveloped in the book. There seemed to be little seating, but when he finally saw a chair in a nearby corner away from the sun, he smiled.

"Perfect." he muttered, and motioned towards it.

When he moved for the seat, he noticed another boy approach at the same time. He raised his eyes from the page to lock his gaze with the boy, who in turn appeared to be looking back.

Even over here there's gonna be people, huh...?

He went to sit down, opening up to the page he was on previously. He went and traced his finger down to the point where he left off on, and read only a few sentences before stopping again.

Dammit. Couldn't this guy choose somewhere else?

He looked up to look at the boy nearby whom he had snatched the seat from. His glare was trained intently on the boy, even though he wasn't particularly angry at him. He had so rarely made nicer faces that it was almost as if he had forgotten how to make them. His heart was pounding slightly at the awkward silence, so he ended up breaking it by saying the first thing that came to his mind.

"So, what're ya readin'?"

The boy shrugged, still his sharp glare in place and ignorant of how it would come off to others.

"Lots of people around here seem to delve into their crappy moe manga or some such. Was just wondering if you were one of those types. Can't stand 'em."

With that, he turned the page of his book once more, reading further into The Lovers section of the book. He found it particularly interesting and yet hopelessly naive. His book began to become harder to read when there was someone else he was also talking to. He began to wonder whether speaking up was a mistake to begin with. Still, however, this boy's way of responding let out a very different feel from the other types that try hard to look appealing and outgoing. He didn't exactly know why he felt this way, but figured it was worth a shot to determine if his feeling was right.

"Music, huh? What type are you looking into?"

Keeping conversations going was troubling for him, and such could probably be identified by the way he appeared to speak.