Mercer sighed as he walked down the corridors on his way to the library. He had no friends yet but hoped to meet some in the library. It was an extensive room and hopefully it would have as many potential friends as it did books. The male hummed under his breath slightly as he pushed open the doors and walked inside. He immediately spotted an empty table and sped over to it, his eyes aimed at the floor. Because of the direction his eyes were looking, he didn't see the chair that someone had failed to push in and ended up hitting his hip against the seat of the chair. Not just the seat though, but the pointy part of the seat! Mercer hissed in pain as he grabbed his side and then looked around to make sure no one had seen. He could feel the heat rush to his cheeks, ears, and the back of his neck. How embarrassing! He thought.
Said male eventually made it to his table otherwise unharmed and set his things down. Why did he carry so much stuff? Oh, the life of a student! He rolled his eyes at himself, exasperated, as he took a seat and pulled out a book on ancient lore. He loved stories like these and found much pleasure in storing them away in his mind to daydream about later. He swung his feet back and forth as his eyes scanned the pages of the old, yellowish looking book.
~ One of the methods of manipulation is to inoculate individuals with the bourgeois appetite for personal success ~