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Muka was not what anyone would call 'academic'. He'd stepped foot in the school library only twice in his whole life time: once when he visited Amityville as a guest visitor, and again the other day for the first time in the two terms he'd been attending the school. He'd run into a couple friends in preparation for an adventure but left only thinking that he should add the library onto his list of haunts. The strix had a habit of lurking around in particular places just to find people he knew.

His social skills probably still needed work.

The rotund teen was currently strolling through the library's shelves with very little care for the books themselves. He'd drop some, brush others into teetering with his wings, and was currently holding one by the spine and shaking it to see if anything interesting would fall out. The librarian must have been out to the bathroom or something because he hadn't yet been booted from the facility.

Muka shook the book again, fanning through the pages with his talon nails until a litterbug fluttered out in terror. The strix snapped the bug from the air and crunched on it boredly. He clapped the thick tome shut and pushed it back onto the shelf but as soon as he passed by it, the book teetered and fell over. As he looked up he spotted some white hair and horns and...

"Helloooo!" The owl hooted.

"Looking!" Muka giggled and held his stomach. His clothing was all finely tailored to fit over his large stomach and despite the strix's carelessness he was impeccably put together in a full suit, waistcoat, ascot, and his ever famous pointed dress shoes. HIs tattooed hands waggled and flexed with a natural antsy manner. In between words he simply made thrumming, undulating, bird sounds which seemed to emit from his body with no effort.

"For anything really.. but I've found a ..hrm.. friend!" Yes Molan. He'd met you once so that means you are automatically friends! "Not quite treasure but could be ah.. an adventure?" He burst into giggles again.

Muka watched Molan pick up the book and tilted his head as if the action were something he'd never seen before. To be honest, he very rarely picked up his own messes until they became impossible to ignore. As the boil rejected his comments he merely grinned and leaned close, "Everybody's doing it.." He held the wide eyed stare and odd grin for just a beat too long before leaning back and giggling at himself.

"Everyone is though.." He sniggered as his laughs died down. "Have you heard there's submerged caves full of.. ah.. treasures!" The strix thrust his hands into his pockets and rocked smoothly on his long toed shoes. "Seems like so much work.. yes?"

The small talk, so little of it, led Muka to think they were moving on in their blossoming friendship. He stepped forward to clap Molan on the back, resting his hand there, "I'm Muka. Ulmuka Knobwalker but.. just Muka generally. In case you didn't.. ah.. remember!"

"My father is a demon." His head bobbled in affirmation but he did finally move his hand away and put it back into his pocket. The concept of his own childhood neglect was still an odd one to him. Others would say his growing up was some form of abuse but the strix had no feelings one way or the other that he could discern. "Oh I was not allowed to my father's parties." He snickered through the admission.

The strix scratched a talon through his beard thoughtfully. "It was not ah.. prudent for the upkeep of the family reputation." He then brightened, though he was always smiling it was now wider, "But I was invited recently! Perhaps it was simply a coming of age thing, hmm?" Nope. He'd gotten the family name into the papers by being on a Trials team. It was enough to get him acknowledged.

"So you are a demon then!" He was happy to hear it. "And you know my family? So you are old blood then? Wonderful!!" Oh yes. He was hugging you now Molan.

"Threepwood.. Threepwood." The hefty boil finally dislodged himself from Molan and stroked his beard as if he was trying to remember. He didn't have a particular sharp memory but the effort counted, right? After a few moment he merely just grinned and nodded. "WONDERFUL."

Muka now just stared at Molan. He stood and towered above the boil and stared with his static grin and his unevenly blinking eyes. It was as if he was expecting something to happen, for Molan to do something amazingly impressive. He was also slightly giggling. Never not laughing. Why? No reason.

Finally the strix plucked up a book and held it in a way where it was clear he didn't intend on reading it. It just sort of dangled from his talons. "So what do you... hrm.. dooo in here?"

"Book abuse?" Muka's head tilted and he giggled. It's not like books were alive. They didn't feel if they were mistreated. He shrugged and sort of tossed the book in his hand onto a cart which was resting against the shelves to his right. Material objects had no value to him. The way Muka figured he could just buy another if something got messed up. He was intrigued by this idea of learning from books. He knew all about the concept but could never sit still with the paper long enough to read them.

"What have you learned?!" He grabbed Molan's hand and pulled him out of the aisle and right to one of the library tables. Molan was pushed into a chair and Muka slid up beside him, too close, and stared into his face. "Tell me everything." He was very earnest.

"I have.. heh.. plenty of time." Muka didn't really realize he was being a creeper. He also didn't totally absorb that Molan's statement was a bit of a dismissal. "But if you'd like to only share.. small amounts?" He giggled. "I prefer hearing to reading. OH! You should read books to me!"

Yes Molan. READ TO HIM.