Padca truly loved his work - many would even say he loved it too much, and that he would benefit from "having a life". As far as Padca was concerned, books were life - his solace and work.
Naturally he loved the library as well - an entire building full of books, a bastion of learning, the most soothing environment he'd ever found, and he got to work there as he pleased now.
When "going to work" was rather more like "coming home", why would he ever want to spend time elsewhere?
Ahem, anyway, the point being that he does love the library. Even if right now he was fighting a frustration that was all too common in his most favorite of places - being unable to locate a book. The system in place was wonderful, practically perfect, with only room to argue about what section books ought to go into - and that was just invigorating discussion! (Even if the other librarians viewed it rather differently)
But misplaced books! How hard was it to put a book back in its proper place?? Just return it where you found it! Everything is labeled and if you cannot recall, there are many working here - himself included! - that could put it away for you! Finding books in all manner of places was endlessly frustrating, and looking for such misplaced books ate up precious time.
Deep breaths Padca, your master always told you so, deep breaths and relax ("or you'll give yourself an ulcer boy, I swear"). The book was not in its place, and according to records it had also not been checked out. This did not bode well, BUT before giving in to the need to scour the entire building, there was one final avenue he could try - checking the few scattered tables. Perhaps the book was already being read, or sitting in a pile with others, by one of the various scholarly sorts who stopped in to work and study. He sincerely hoped that was the case - he'd rather know where the book was than be faced with a building-wide search, even if he had to wait to use it.
The first few occupied tables bore no fruit - just folks blinking at him as he stopped to inspect the spines of their chosen reading - but at the table nestled further back he was stopped in his tracks. Not due to finding his elusive book, no - there was someone at that table, but Padca couldn't properly make out their features as they were currently using a book as a pillow.
It was even open!!
Oh gods above, why?? The pages were going to end up creased! And the possibility of facial oils, basically impossible to remove! What if their mouth was open???
Thoroughly horrified, though with irritation just around the corner, Padca quickly approached the table and rapped on it sharply with gloved knuckles.
"Excuse me?? Please wake up. You are mistreating that book terribly."
