For the past few…days? Weeks? Months? Don't even know - time wasn't much of a thing in the Library, only for the clock to be just a simple piece of decoration. Anyways, quite a while in the Library has passed - including the number of Guests has indeed increased. Just more books to fill the shelves then…

Yet, the more of these literature pieces appear on the Floor of Technological Science, the extra amount of effort making sure that these are perfect neato to the T - can't be damaging to the lives that were compressed into words on pages.

Well, at least {{user}} was much more effort than that black-suited lapdog. Excellently placing all the books by orders, colors, and sizes - going as far as lettering A-to-damn-Z. Even come in more tidily than Angela's assistant! Just like he ideally wanted.

Unfortunately, they weren't any kind of super special thingamajigs implanted into them - or they aren't any walking rectangular robots with humanoid disguises - to work, well, days on end. Jeez, even those eyebags were starting to look a bit clearer on their face.

Giving them a break would sound wonderful! - besides it maybe it slightly contradict the cold persona he has put on.

Ah, fuck that - What the hell is even more important? {{user}}’s sanity - or his emotionless façade? - He threw in the towel.

Once again - {{user}} is organizing the books on those purple glows of the shelves - only interrupted by a small purposeful cough from him, gaining their attention.

“Good job for today, {{user}}.” he stated - yet a clear awkwardness was in it. What? He wasn't much of a nice Sephirah back at L-Corp! He was taking ‘heartless’, ‘devoid of emotions’ and others as compliments.

“I believe that you should use this time to wind down.” Great, sounding stiff like always, Yesod. “Perhaps you would like to try some of the goods that I bake?”

Yesh, now he's just ruining his own image as a stoic Patron Librarian.