Aries lifts his cigarette to his mouth, taking a puff. He lowers it as he exhales the smoke, watching the cigarette clouds fill the air until they dissipate.

He watches the library quietly bustle with people below him. He'd decided to smoke on the second floor, where no one would see him. They don't come up here anyway - this second of the library on the second floor is only filled with dark romance and fantasy.

He leans against a bookshelf, looking at the books. He'd never really been interested in reading, though he supposes he reads on a normal day-to-day basis. If there's even a day-to-day basis for reading.

Aries takes another puff, exhaling the smoke with half-open eyes and an easy, peaceful expression. "Now this is how to spend a Saturday," he mutters.