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Takashi laughed as Sayuri mentioned the running over of toes. It had become a bit of a complaint it seemed among students who had good working legs or had a trot without a limp at the amount of times they would be hurt by chairs and canes. The amount of times that students would go to him with complaints about how is cane at time would slip into people's walking paths was hilarious to the young man. Not that he enjoyed hindering others, but that such a simple little tool could cause such a large headache among those around him.

Sayuri was always one quick with a joke. Then again, perhaps Takashi thought that simply due to the lack of real conversation that the two had over the course of their scholastic careers. Most of the time it was a simple passing discussion about the weather or how they each fared on a test they had just completed for one of their courses. And the few occasions that there was a deep conversation it always seemed to be forced and immediately replaced with something that was a bit simpler and quicker. Albeit more often than not Takashi was responsible for pushing the discussion to an end.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy conversation, it was more just due to the fact that speaking about personal problems and his past didn't seem like a proper thing to discuss with someone in public. The two never had an alone conversation as it was always in a public place with constant traffic surrounding them at times. Then again, when you live in a school like Yamaku the ability to be alone was almost impossible unless you rented out a room for a private meeting. Hardly anyone he knew did something as childish and juvenile as that.

Turning his attention back to the girl in front of him, he noticed she had moved to his side. She mentioned that the authors were the same. Looking up at him, he looked down at the book in her lap and read out the cover. Sights on the Desert Eye. Takashi showed a smile on his face as he pointed to the book. “I'll be, that was actually a book I was looking for myself. It's the third of the series actually.” The boy explained as he moved the book in his hands to hold it from the spine, showing the cover of the literary piece he held.

On it was a small drawing of the two main characters, the father and his son running towards the viewer with what appeared to be a stone carving under the younger man's arms. The title read out History Lost in Stone. Takashi turned it to his face and gave a chuckle. “I personally love this series with all the puzzles and tricks that the two heroes have to over come. It has some obligatory nuances like action and romance at times, but all of it isn't just thrown in there for the sake of it.” He said as he pulled it back under his arm and readjusted himself on the shelf he was leaning on. “It's a good read for those looking for a bit of a mystery with a side of brain teasers here and there.” Takashi explained with a small smile on his face.
So how is everyone today? Anything interesting this fine....oh jeez its only Tuesday? Yikes.
Okay, so this seems to not be generating a lot of appeal. If anyone has an idea of making this either more accessible or interesting for people, feel free to comment below.
Having scanned the shelves for what felt like too long for a simple book, Takashi finally decided to just accept that the book was not where it needed to be. Much like other things that the boy needed at the school. Is the calculator in the closet? No, it just so happens to be placed somewhere along the back shelves of the room. Is the pencil box filled with pencils? It just so happens that they decided to be placed in a cup on the professor's desk. Absolute annoyances all the way around. And yet when he brought up the constant lack of organization, people always called him out as some kind of perfectionist. Perfection and convenience are two very different things, but clearly not in the eyes of judgement. Just thinking about it all gave the boy a headache he felt not even the most powerful medication would be able to fix.

Eventually finding the first entry in the series he was trying to read he pulled it off the shelf and began looking it over. It seemed like more dust had collected in it when compared to other books in the library. This place was frequented often by students just looking the pass the time. A close second was the fields for playing team sports such as soccer and after that was the random fields of grass between some of the major buildings. People would set out blankets and enjoy a nice little meal every once and a while out there to enjoy the sun. Takashi tried it himself, but found it embarrassing when he could barely pick himself up afterwards. He hated looking so damn weak out there among the eyes of his classmates. Even though they all shared some kind of disability, it wasn't pleasant when everyone could see you struggle with yours.

Shaking his head he skimmed through the book again and noticed a few of his previously made flaps to the pages. Apparently the reason the book was so dusty was that he was the last one to touch the thing, and that must have been at the very least two months ago. The whole plot to the book was a middle aged man and his son finding themselves called upon to find old relics that had been stolen for monetary value. Trailing the thieves with clues and leads they eventually found the culprits at the end of each story, with the son doing the usual heroic deeds of fighting off enemies while the father took care of puzzles or riddles they needed solved. A true muscle and brains kind of duo. It was old serial stuff, but Takashi loved it so.

Placing the book under his arm he placed his weight down on the can in his right hand. It seemed that standing for so long looking had made his legs a little sore again. He was forced to put the weight on his toes and walk like a crane. A crane with literally no finesse as it would be. Turning his head down the aisle he noticed a familiar wheel chair and blue hair. The boy smiled as he began heading over to her. "Well well Sayuri. I should have guessed you would be down here today." He said as he eventually came to a stop near her. He always kept a bit of distance between himself and anyone in a chair, just because you never knew when the device would get a mind of its own. Gravity was always tricky, and momentum a deceitful mistress. "I hope the elevator wasn't crushing you like it did last week. Honestly, you'd think the acceptance rate at this school wouldn't be so dramatic." Takashi said with a laugh as he placed an arm on a shelf next to him, trying to take as much weight off his legs as possible that way he wouldn't begin feeling the usual strain that came later in the day.
Yay! Should have a response up in just a little bit here.

I totally didn't even think about that. I don't know how I missed that bit of info. Haha!
Man, Junko seems like she is gonna be a serious headache for the more straight laced characters to deal with.......excellent. *Mr. Burns-like rubbing of hands*
This is starting to look pretty grim.
Well, to be fair I think just dropping like that because of confusion based on a character's tropes or other things like that is a bit premature. Erode? Perhaps you can explain in some detail as to what all your character is in regards to his "powers", that would help clear things up.
Oh well. More fun for us l suppose.
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