Rollin' our sleeves. [KYRIE]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grunted as he lifted yet another bookshelf back up from the ground. He was panting slightly, having rolled up his sleeves as he swiped some sweat from his forehead. He then bent over slightly to pick up some books that were not destroyed and placed them back. That was about... Half of the science fiction wing done. And that was the first wing he was not even handling. He looked around, smirking slightly as he was red from all the work. Kyrie probably had it slightly easier, what with Mammon probably helping her. As long as nothing like Hoare happened, this should be fine.

[Kyrie Vyler]

So much destruction in such little time. Kyrie was picking up books that hadn't been terribly ripped and setting those into one pile while she found the tattered ones and set those in another. Mammon took care of the heavy-lifting while she dealt with the ordering seeing as how there was absolutely no way she was going to be able to pick up a bookcase let alone unstack them from each other. She felt kind of sorry for her Bolt companion, seeing as how he had to do all the heavy lifting himself most likely. She paid more attention to her own side than to him, wanting to get this 'strenuous exercise' done and over with. Maybe go eat sweets after all that was done. Yes, that sounded like a good plan.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grunted, raising yet another bookshelf. He slumped down, sighing as he looked around. This part of the library was empty at the moment, most like only free to those who would be fixing the area. Hell, you could probably yell here and nobody would even notice that there was yelling. He then looked to Kyrie's section, noticing her as he waved as a greeting. He then rose up, going to raise the next shelf. His head turned back to Kyrie as he did so. Hm, she was surprisingly pretty in this light. Wait. What was that creak? Oleg looked back up, noticing the shelf falling onto him. He had released his grasp on it while looking at Kyrie... And now it was falling on him. And so it did. "YOWCH!"

[Kyrie Vyler]

One book, two book, red book, blue book... so many books. Well it was the library but still it had way too many books. Kyrie shuffled through her stacks, trying to put them into order before she brought them over to right-side up bookshelf. She carried them high enough that only her face showed until she plunked them down in front of the shelf she needed to toss them on, doing so in a slow fashion to make sure she didn't screw up. It would be troublesome if she had to come back and redo it after all.

She did notice the wave Oleg had given her, choosing to nod her head in acknowledgment before returning to her work. She had to stretch a bit to reach the top shelves, standing on her tippy-toes to get the smaller books up there. It was rather peaceful despite all the heavy lifting, though that peace ended abruptly when a sudden yell startled her from her task, effectively making her drop a relatively heavy hardcover on her head. The girl crouched down, whimpering in pain with little tears in her eyes when she looked over to what made that awful sound. Oleg managed to drop a bookcase on himself. Brilliant? What was he doing over there. "Mammon?"

The espeon stopped his task, looking at his trainer who pointed to the idiot who dropped a case on himself for some reason. The pokemon huffed, lowering his own project down gently before going over to pull the case off the boy. An annoyed look in his eye that read 'don't cause so much trouble', although only a pokemon would really get the full message. He just looked annoyed to humans.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grunted a bit as the espeon pulled the case off of him. He nodded to the espeon, his face rather red with emberrasment as he then returned to lifting the shelves up and placing the books into the shelves. It was boring work, but at the very least he was able to see Kyrie a bit more. He finally finished with the science fiction aisle, looking around as he noticed it was nearing lunchtime. He then headed over to where Kyrie was, stretching a bit as he wiped sweat from his forehead. "I think we deserve a break, we've still got around half the day of doing work left."

[Kyrie Vyler]

Mammon merely flicked an ear at the Bolt Dormer, huffing as he turned and went back to his work. Kyrie, satisfied to see that he was okay; returned to hers as well. Only this time she was more wary about the books she had to hold over her head. She was fairly sure there was going to be a lump on her head from that. But one thing was certain, she was definitely treating herself after this.

She had finished with about half her work with the thanks of Mammon who had finally put all the cases on their side back up, when Oleg came over. The girl looked at him curiously. Break time was it? She could go with that. A quick nod of her head, and the girl shoved the rest of the books that were in front of her into their places before going off to the 'study' area of the library. Namely, where all the tables were. There she plopped down with Mammon hopping up next to her. She didn't want to go all the way to the cafeteria just because at the moment it seemed like a very long walk, instead the girl pulled a handful of candies from her pockets. There was a look of contemplate on the girl's face, ending with a quick nod as she picked a strawberry hard candy and popped it into her mouth. Mammon was fine without eating, choosing to lay down and enjoy the cool temperature of the table.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg proceeded to sit himself down opposite to Kyrie, reaching for his backpack as he then opened it, revealing a sandwich with some meat and tuna. He proceeded to chomp down on it before remembering who he was with, beginning to eat a bit slower, just to make himself look a bit more sophisticated. After he was halfway trough the sandwich, he decided to try and break the silence somehow. "So, eh. I remember from the time you were at my place playing the gamesphere and when our pokemon made us dinner... You ate in a pretty smooth and nice way. Are you from some high end family or something?"

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie scooped up the wrapped candy and placed the bits back into her pocket, keeping out only lemon-raspberry lolly. It was a silent meal, if you could call it that for her; with them all sitting there and eating. It was strange how the girl didn't feel awkward, maybe 'cause she was used to the silence? Well that silence didn't last as the story of when they bought the gamesphere came up. The way he described her eating habits made the girl choke on her candy, ending up having to swallow it as she look at him questioningly. Relaxing as he directed that toward her family.

She hadn't the slightest idea what 'high end' meant so she could only tilt her head as she popped the lolly into her mouth. "I'm rich if that's what you're asking." she said simply, laying her head down on the table as she enjoyed the lemon candy. "Papa runs a big business and Mama dances in theatre." Kyrie added, saving him the trouble of having to ask what her parents did.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Aah." Oleg nodded, returning to his sandwich. He chomped down on it, but in a way he felt kinda bad. Sure, he did not KNOW at first she was rich, but would this liking to be her seen as simple "gold digging"? He had no idea, and he wanted to keep it that way. He did not want to guilt trip himself away from friendship, or something deeper if it could ever be that.

"So how did you end up so..." Oleg pondered for a moment. There WAS no real good way to say it, really. He pondered for a moment before nodding to himself. "How did you end up so lonely? I mean, considering the fact that you seem to not talk to that many people from what I've seen, and such." Okay, that might have sounded a tad too harsh. Damnit.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie was oblivious that the information that she gave out was what kept many a person away at times or more accurately is what made many feel uncomfortable. It was merely a fact of life for and as such thought nothing of it, though her father did warn her to be wary of people who acted like servants when they heard the information. Kyrie eyed the Bolt Dormer, waiting for him to do something drastic which he did not. Content with that, Kyrie closed her eyes and continued to rest her head on the table's surface, answering questions as they came.

His next question was one that most people like her would've probably glared at or try to change the subject. Kyrie did not. There was no real reaction from her as she answered with a casual, "People got troublesome." It was true in a sense, though the real story came from her childhood and was not one she would tell unless people would pry deep in. She disliked having to go into detail as it brought unwelcomed emotions such as pity or worse yet when people tried to squeeze their ways into her life. Some of her mother's friends tried to do that with their children. It didn't last long.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg raised his eyebrow at the simple answer. He shrugged slightly. "Hm, everyone to their own ways." He then finished his sandwich, patting his chest slightly as he looked around. "I am not the one to judge by appearance, considering I have no high cheekbones on a feline face, and considering I'm a fatarse... But I 'unno, you just seem like the type who has the beauty to be in more social circles." Oleg blinked as he finished. Waait. Wait what. Brain, thinking and speaking are two different things. He then blushed slightly, looking around awkwardly. "Ehm... Sorry. I was just thinking out loud and ehm..."

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie completely missed the romantic hint in that, being the dunce that she was. You'd think she'd be able to blush at something like that with all the Otome games she's played but no, all the boy got was a nod and a "Mama says the same thing too." Following his lead, Kyrie got up from her seat as did Mammon who was definitely not happy about what he just heard. The girl continued, "I do know some of Papa's business contacts and their kids though so Mama doesn't complain too much." Her head tilted slightly at the part where he said he was thinking aloud. She merely shrugged it off as him thinking too hard on something and began walking back to the aisles.

"What about you?" Truthfully, the girl actually didn't care much but still her curiosity got the better of her. The girl paused, holding a book right before it's shelf. "What's a 'feline face'?" She had the idea that he was describing her appearance to that of Mammon, him and all his agile grace. She liked the way the espeon looked but she wasn't sure if it was a compliment or merely an adjective.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg tapped his chin for a moment. "Well, when I was younger, my mom always talked to me about what made one look good, fit for the higher social circles. A feline face is usually compared to beauty. It's meant as a compliment, usually, used to define one as pretty or beautiful. I was raised up to be... Well, my parents had plans for me to become an actor. Be on the stage, be famous... But eh. I got fat. And I got kinda ugly." Oleg shrugged, rising up from his spot.

"But enough about me. I'm not that interesting of a fellow. Just call if ya need me." Oleg then turned around, heading to the next aisle (children's stories) to continue lifting up some more shelves and some more books.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie listened despite her attention being on the duty, wondering if his mother was sort of like hers in the way that her mother wanted her to fit in with people. She didn't voice this out however, merely keeping it in her head to ponder upon. Mammon finished the row when her fellow troublesome got back to his own work. She didn't know if it was the sugar or the increasing desire to get the whole thing over with that drove the girl faster. She managed to finish one section (History) before moving onto the next (Fiction) with Mammon staying behind to make sure everything was in an orderly fashion.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grunted as he finished lifting the shelves and books in Children's stories as he then headed for the final alley that was not cleared up... Romance. He rolled his shoulders as he heard his back crack slightly. He then set to lift the shelves and big up the books, placing them back. After finishing, his hands sunk onto the shelf, pulling out one of the books. He opened it, speeding trough it. It was a true classic. A poor boy tries to court a rich mayors daughter, going trough many phases before winning her over. He continued reading it. He had always had a fascination for books.