Oh, that was an unexpected coincidence. To think that the food-lady from last night would have been the person who inhabited the library. Maybe their fates were intertwined. Or maybe he was just lucky that he encountered someone he knew and who he didn’t feel an immediate urge to paste against a wall. Noting that, from her state of dress and her rather messy hair, the woman most likely would have just recently gotten out of bed to greet him, Arata wondered whether or not he should have waited a little bit longer, before realizing that he didn’t actually care. After all, it was already daytime. People didn’t have any business sleeping in further, especially if they were to be the upstanding citizens and students that they claimed to be.

Brushing some stray cement onto his pants, the oni said, [b]“Good morning, Food-Lady! You own the library? Need some books on Western architecture, preferably one with lots of pictures.”[/b]
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