"Lucky me." He smiles softly, following Manabu inside the candlelit building. "I'll have to find something the two of us can do that you can enjoy as well." He says as he follows Manabu through the stacks of books. "I'm sure there's something we can do. Maybe dinner?"

Something the two of them could do together. It makes his heart leap in his chest like butterflies are trapped behind his ribcage threatening to escape. It's nothing he's ever felt before (or at least nothing he's ever recognized in himself before), and frankly? It excites him more than he anticipated. He lights up when he sees the titles along the spines, books that line the shelves looking worn and well-read -- he traces his fingers across the top row of books and nods.

"All right. Maybe we should split up and both look." He pulls a book off the shelf, inspecting the cover. It's not what he's looking for but it certainly looked interesting! "I'm not sure what the titles of his books would be, he hadn't written any by the time he left London, but I can't imagine it would be difficult to find Soseki Natsume as an author."