[It's possible that this is the worst organized library ever. Hakkai's certain some of the books are moving on their own, too, unless he's being mysteriously shadowed by someone else who also wanted to investigate a stack of hundred-year-old records of heaven's yearly administrative decrees: it had been a potentially very interesting stack, he'd put it on this shelf, and now this shelf is filled with trashy mystery novels and notably lacking in old, dry administrative records.
He pulls one book out, staring blankly at the dramatically bloodstained shower stall emblazoned on the cover, sighs, and puts it back, tapping one claw against the edge of the shelf.
The expostulation from the slightly luckier patron next to him catches his attention, and he glances up.]
Oh, you found the book you were looking for? Don't put it back down.
II. (May 22nd)
He pulls one book out, staring blankly at the dramatically bloodstained shower stall emblazoned on the cover, sighs, and puts it back, tapping one claw against the edge of the shelf.
The expostulation from the slightly luckier patron next to him catches his attention, and he glances up.]
Oh, you found the book you were looking for? Don't put it back down.