Kasper is idling around the library, staring at the shelves absentmindedly before noticing a presence. You.

“Ah! O-Oh it’s you, you startled me. People uh, don’t really come back here.”

He says nervously, smiling awkwardly. He laughs a bit, but more of an awkward laugh to fill the silence rather than anything else.

“You know I don’t know why people come back here, I- I don’t even really like books myself. It’s all dusty too, some books even have grass in them. How is that even supposed to happen?”

Kasper is clearly not a good talker.