Where is it. Where the hell... Ah. Alright. "Fan-fucking-tastic..." It was an usually quiet Saturday afternoon. Not many people were in the bookstore at the time, which was a good thing considering someone was in a rather bad mood. The blue-haired male leaned against the bookshelf, the look on his face showing mere signs of discontent. 'I came all this way just to find out that you weren't even in stock anymore... How disappointing,' he thought to himself. He wasn't wrong. This was one hell of a disappointment. He's been looking all over for a book he needed but to no avail. What next? Fail the test that was scheduled for next week? The boy grunted slightly and straightened up. He couldn't shake away the fact that this never would have happened if he just grabbed the book the previous month. And now he had one week to find it and read it - or in this case, skim through it. Ah.. Procrastination was a wonderful thing. He spent nearly two hours walking through the bookstore in hopes that there was at least one copy left misplaced. Fortunately, there was. The book was found in the aisle near the one it originally belonged, hidden behind a few others. "Tch... You can't be serious..." he mumbled as he grabbed it. Who the hell put this there? Yeh. Thanks. After purchasing the lit'le monster, the boy decided to open it up and start reading. Each page was filled with dull words and the font was unbearably small. This was going to be a long week... The male was pulled back into reality as the book fell from his hands. He didn't realize what happened until he felt his body hit against someone else's. Idiot... Would reading and walking become a new hazard because of him now or...? He huffed silently as he fell to his knees, looking over to the person he ran into. No words nor apologies escaped his mouth. There was only silence yet again.