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Figure was tall. So much so that he sometimes had to duck to avoid meeting the ceiling with his head; his footsteps echoed three rooms before the library, and his roar shook the walls of the entire mansion.
Huge, loud and innocent to the point of tenderness, when he tried to "touch" another book.
For the place of the eyes, Figure had sharp hearing and sensitive skin – and yet even they did not really help to read a line of an old dusty book. It was too difficult to feel the ink, even for someone like a Figure, and this greatly upset him: to be in his favorite library every day, every hour, but without the opportunity to immerse himself in at least one story – isn't it terrible?
And, suddenly, even for himself, Seek decided to help.
In general, the "ink monster" did not like literature. All these complicated, abstruse words, an idea that had to be read between the lines, and then also formulate for yourself some kind of conclusion, a lesson that "the author wanted to convey." However, it was possible to make such sacrifices for the sake of the Figure.
And offering somehow, in between, to sit in the evening and read books, Seek greatly regretted that he had not done it earlier - he saw such an openly happy and excited Figure very rarely.
And soon they gathered together in the library, choosing a secluded and not very dark corner. The figure somewhere stole a large dirty pink blanket, wrapped himself up and covered Seek. Under it, of course, the fabric immediately got wet, but none of them cared.
Seek took from the Figure's excitedly trembling hands some not too thick book with an unremarkable cover. I quickly mentally read the table of contents, and was glad that this was not some soap novel.
Reading the first page, Seek slowly began to plunge into a meditative state. At first, his voice sounded quite loud, with a tickle, due to rare use, but gradually leveled off. Seek caught himself thinking that he even began to immerse himself in the text when the tall, even sitting, figure next to him fidgeted. The library keeper bent down, pressed himself against Sika's wet side, and purred briefly.
With a quickening heartbeat*, Seek turned his attention back to the text.
Outside the window, as always, it was raining. His abstract music merged with the quiet hum of lamps, whining walls and the ghostly sounds of guests forever buried here – conversations, furniture movement, breathing.
Perhaps it wasn't the most comfortable place in the world, especially when your world is a small limited space stuck in a time loop**; however, the warmth of the Figure's body, the smell of books crumbling from old age, and the tender feeling spreading roots under his chest meant much more to Seek than he could understand.