[ The Operator watches uncertainly as the boy begins to rush about the room, reaffixing the papers to the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. They hesitate to sit down, caught between the desire to help and their own confusion as to what he's even doing. Finally, though, they give in to their own perplexment and take a seat on the couch, wings tucking against their back. ]
Um... [ Their eyes flick between the papers stuck around the room and the stacks of books and scrolls. ] Were you doing some sort of research in here?
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Um... [ Their eyes flick between the papers stuck around the room and the stacks of books and scrolls. ] Were you doing some sort of research in here?