Mount Bookmore [Akuma/Cecil]

Well, it had finally happened. Long days of study, and long nights of even more study would take their toll on a person eventually. It had all been going fine, Cecil at his usual spot in the library with his usual mound of books right by him. He was feeling utterly exhausted, but he was resolved to keep going and get some proper work done, no matter how worn out he was.
His resolve was to not let such a silly little thing as exhaustion defeat him, but exhaustion didn't care.
So naturally, it won out in the end.

He wouldn't know when it had happened, but Cecil had succumbed. Eventually, the books toppled to cover him, but that still didn't rouse him.
So for a while in the library, there was a new fixture at one of the tables - a messy pile of books, with blond hair and a boy's body sticking out from beneath it.

Akuma never minded the library-- in fact it was a surprise to most who thought him too much of a punk. After all, one he had to study, but at the same time he had to do some study to keep up in his classes, but out of all his studies, he liked literature the best. He had spent a good part of his childhood reading and learning things from his mother... despite the rough life being involved in a crime family.

It was the one thing that made him feel normal. Either way, he had a good sense of appreciation for books and literature. Even so, he still looked intimidating.

Akuma had made his way through the library, having finished his homework for the time being and was about to go find another book he wanted. As he was searching, he found one on an unkept pile of books on a table. If the librarian saw this, she would throw a fit.

By sheer luck, he found a book regarding old comics-- sunday funnies he found amusing and proceeded to pick it up. "Peanuts"-- a friendly refreshing moment of innocent childhood. As he picked it up-- he found a mess of blonde hair from under it.

"Huh?" Akuma asked, not sure what he saw at first till he realized someone was buried under it.

For a second, he thought it was a poorly consealed 'hit' but in a school... naw. It took him a moment but he soon heard breathing under it. The damn person was asleep.

"Hey... Hey!" he said in as hushed a tone but loud enough to try and rouse him. In the event it wouldn't be enough, he gave a swift kick to the table. THe resulting 'shake' would no doubt rouse the sleeping guy. "You're alive, right?"

The hushed tones provoked little response but muffled mumbling, but as Akuma's blow shook the table, what stability the book mound has left was utterly shattered. Books went every which way, and the corner of a particularly hefty hardback crashed into the back of the head of the rousing boy, calling forth a sharp cry of pain.

If he wasn't awake before, Cecil certainly was now.

As he picked himself up and looked around, books slid off of Cecil's form to fall to the table. He looks one way, and then spots Akuma as he looks to the other, slipping a calm, half-wakeful mask over his features.
He looks like shit.
"Sorry...what is it?"

Perhaps that was a little excessive, but Akuma was not the one with the best sense of tact. Either way, it at least did the job to wake him up from the books. He really did look like a mess of things as he pulled himself out of the piles of books, just as best as possible.

"Kid, what are you doing under there? " Akuma asked, concerned. "I know studying can be boring as hell but you look like a zombie. "

The blonde kid looked decent enough but looked like he went days without eating or sleeping. Whatever he was doing, it was concerning to him. "Um, what are you doing under there? " he asked.

"Uhh..." Oh, he would have loved to have had an excuse right now. He would have been happy if he was simply able to make something up that worked right now. But that wasn't exactly in the cards right now.
"I, ah...I don't remember how this happened." And that was the simple truth of the matter. He couldn't even come up with a good lie right now. "...I don't look that bad, do I?"

"It's not the coolest look," Akuma said as he picked up the book he  had been looking for and flipped through the pages of it leisurely. "I mean for a second thought you were buried under there, not curled for a nap. That's what class is for,. "

The half joke made Akuma curious about this guy. "Name's Akuma Takujii-- in Seven Star College Program. And you are?" His tone was rather the mild-not really caring attitude. However, he was wondering whom this guy was.

After hearing so many students boast about cadets and stuff, it be nice to know whom were just other students who knew more about what went on in this city-- or who had an annoying pride in this 'cadet' thing everyone was talking about.

Cecil groans. "I wasn't napping...I just...wasn't awake..." He pauses, and facepalms, squeezing at his temples. "Dammit, that sounds stupid, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to know about it if you're having a nap instead of waking up wondering what just happened."
Another pause.
"I am not making this better..."

Pulling his hand away from his face and shaking his head, he looks back to the recently introduced Akuma. "Cecil Erinforth...napper under books, apparently."

This guy, Cecil? He looked completely lazy-- though Akuma had to admit, taking a nap in the middle of the day didn't sound bad at all. Though he could of preferred sleeping in the warm sun than stuck in a boring library. But even so when Akuma wanted to get with a good book and read meaningful literature, there was no other good place. Though if it got out he read stuff like Dante or Shakespear, it could give him trouble with the 'gangs' that he had affiliated with in the past.

"You're not feeling sick or something, are you? When was the last time you had anything to eat?" He heared of people who never stopped studying, but that just was stupid. If this person was just as driven, he could study himself dead. Perhaps it was too much concern, but he really didn't know how to take this situation. "Seriously, dude, you okay?" he asked.