Akira sat quietly within his domain: The Library. It was one of the few places he felt at ease, mainly because not many people, human or dragon, came inside to bother him, more often than not they would walk in, knowing what they were coming for already, and as such he could keep reading his chosen book in peace. Being a black dragon had its perks, but social interaction was not one of them, therefore he was subjected not only to human alienation, but dragonkind as well. Akira didn't mind though, he held little interest in the lives of others, there was no point. He only did what interested him, or what would provide some spark in his own life, so why should he care about anyone else? Simple, he didn't. For now, he seemed committed to reading every piece of human literature ever made, which seemed like enough social interaction to him at least.
Didn't books written by another's hand technically qualify as looking into the authors mind? Knowing how they thought and reacted just a bit more? If that were the case, it meant he knew tens of thousands of people by now. For such a weak and rather crude species, humans did have a gift for entertaining the intellectual mind. It was intriguing, to say the least, and this 'music' they made... Also interesting. Somehow humans were able to best dragons in any instrument, man made or voice, even though dragons achieved technological perfection when it came to playing or singing, there was always something missing that the humans had when they played. But what...? Akira's mind found itself coming back into focus of the world around him, and realizing that he had gone off thinking instead of actually reading the book in his hands. he hated it when that happened, now he had to find his place again. Page 245 if he remembered correctly, was the last recollection before he began his incessant daydreaming again.
He quickly flipped back to the specified page and scanned the wall of latin text in front of him, eventually finding his place again, however it was obvious he had grown bored with this book, since his thoughts were growing more interesting at the moment, so instead of forcing himself to continue he marked his place and scanned his surrounding area. Perhaps something more challenging was in order, to keep his mind more busy, such as solving Skivver's predictive equations or trying to discover some new mathematical law, unforeseen thus far. It sounded like a good investment of time that would keep him preoccupied for a while, but he wanted something... Different... New... That was usually why books were his first choice, but his eyes grew heavy and tired within their cursed fleshy sockets. He grew irritated occasionally with this frail form, yearning to stretch his wings and take a long flight through the sky just to relax and rest.
He was tempted, but even with little to no people inside the library he knew better than to leave his post. Even black dragons had a sense of duty to whatever job they are assigned, even if that assigned post was given to him by a human. However article 2-9A of the treaty stated that dragons and humans living in Allora were to show no prejudice, and he would not step to a humans level by breaking the treaty as they did constantly. Honestly, it was no secret that if you were known to be a dragon, sometimes you disappeared over night, or were overlooked in a job application. He sighed, clearing his mind once again. "Slowly, I swear I'm becoming one of them. All of these useless thoughts..." He muttered quietly, rubbing his temples and sighing.