The compliment comes as Manabu yanks the door open and holds it for him, which is pretty convenient timing, right? He has to stand still there anyway. So he does, his face flushing and a little noise stuck in his throat. Look, people like praise, and he sure does like being acknowledged when he's a good officer! But something like this is uncharted territory from both ends.
"I--" He lingers for a beat longer at the door before slinking inside, looking anywhere else but Ryunosuke. Oh look, horrifying fossil bones suspended in the candlelight. That's... Hm...
He clears his throat.
"I-I just thought...since...everything's so different for you, that...the chance to find something familiar would help. I know it does for me." And how often is he going to chance across things from the 2220's here?! "You said you studied literature, so that part was a no-brainer... Finding something that might've been from your home is more luck, I think."
Less-than luck, really, but Manabu doesn't wholly understand how this library works more on intention than any indexing system.
"This way," he says, veering away from the museum curios in the gloom and down toward some of the longer aisles of books. Even here, the darkness is rather intense - candles only stretch their influence so far, so Manabu rummages in his satchel for his omni to use it as a flashlight as he retraces his steps down to the area he'd chanced the titles.
"Mmn...Here...Yeah. Here, the books start finally having titles on their spines. Not like the other stuff." He turns to face one of the shelves, gesturing to the array. "I think it was around here or the other side of this shelf."
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"I--" He lingers for a beat longer at the door before slinking inside, looking anywhere else but Ryunosuke. Oh look, horrifying fossil bones suspended in the candlelight. That's... Hm...
He clears his throat.
"I-I just thought...since...everything's so different for you, that...the chance to find something familiar would help. I know it does for me." And how often is he going to chance across things from the 2220's here?! "You said you studied literature, so that part was a no-brainer... Finding something that might've been from your home is more luck, I think."
Less-than luck, really, but Manabu doesn't wholly understand how this library works more on intention than any indexing system.
"This way," he says, veering away from the museum curios in the gloom and down toward some of the longer aisles of books. Even here, the darkness is rather intense - candles only stretch their influence so far, so Manabu rummages in his satchel for his omni to use it as a flashlight as he retraces his steps down to the area he'd chanced the titles.
"Mmn...Here...Yeah. Here, the books start finally having titles on their spines. Not like the other stuff." He turns to face one of the shelves, gesturing to the array. "I think it was around here or the other side of this shelf."