[Two isn't too bad. Three might be a challenge. It takes a while for Mohammed to find the right placement, but the third book is there. The stack is starting to wobble. Mohammed doesn't looks like he's planning to lose anytime soon.]
That was just a joke. I love creating humorous atmospheres and I figured me failing twice in a row would be goddamn hilarious. I'm going to do it for real now.
[ can you tell that he's annoyed? his rage at the books is almost tangible at this point.
karkat grabs another one, and carefully... puts it on top. except it's not really carefully, because he's incapable of doing anything delicately when he's mad, so if anything he just sets it on his head with enough force to not only make it fall off, but the second book that's already on his head falls as well. ]
[The books on Mohammed's head shake from his desperate attempts to not laugh. There's something hilarious about this kid's repeated attempts to yell the books into disobeying the laws of physics.
He holds a had to his mouth. He's scratching an itch. No chuckling here, pay no mind to the shaking books.]
This has got to be rigged somehow! Maybe these are like fucking... slippery oiled up books or something, I don't know what people get up to in libraries.
[ he will, at least, reach down to pick up the fallen books from the floor. he's still muttering under his breath while doing so and seems to be cursing these books to burn in hell, but. at least he's neat. ]
We're both going to search the library for the book with the worst cover. We have a fifteen minute limit and once those fifteen minutes are done we will come back to this room and produce what we found.
[The worst cover. Mohammed has scoured the entire...nonfiction areas of the library, but all he has to do is to find an ugly photoshopped cover of the latest summer hit. How hard can it be?]
[Mohammed does not run in the library. He briskly walks like a normal adult (that's not how most adults his age walk). The new fiction section is downstairs, so that's where he heads.
Finding the ugliest cover is a bit of a chore. He hasn't been here in months, and the variety in genres cannot be completely searched in the span of fifteen minutes. He walks though every single isle, taking a quick peek at each cover before moving on.]
[ karkat, meanwhile, definitely runs because he should not be allowed in a library. he gets told off by two completely different people in the span of five minutes. and unlike mohammed, he does not have a thorough understanding of this place's layout, so he mostly just... wanders around... frowning...
he probably should have chosen something different but he's an idiot sometimes. ]
[His eye catches something that humanity never deserved. A steamy romance novel, only the man has a horse's head? And he's passionately embracing a woman in a thin dress? The title of that trashy novel is I Can't Love a Horse! and he wonders why it's even in the library in the first place. Bile fascination, likely.
And a good candidate for the competition. He slides it into his jacket, makes sure no one is around to watch, and returns to the private room.]
[ karkat, meanwhile, ends up in the kids section. his pick is something that looks very lisa frank-ish, if lisa frank suddenly lost all knowledge of color composition and just blindly threw shit onto a canvas. it also seems to be about horses, but in a drastically different way than mohammed's pick.
he, too, will return to the room. once he remembers where the fuck it is. ]
[What the heck, who puts that many colors and accessories on one page? The artist needs to be stopped.
Mohammed hols up his book, which honestly should have been kept from Karkat's eyes. Someone must really be into horses to write a romance novel about them.]
karkat takes a moment to think about how this book was probably about chocobo fucking before they regained horses back, and he isn't sure which mental image is more troubling. ]
[ he opens his mouth to argue, which shouldn't be a surprise considering how stupidly competitive he got over the book stacking. but then he looks back at the books. ]
You know what? This time I'm willing to go for a draw.
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karkat hates losing more than he hates... well. honestly he hates a lot of things, but losing is still pretty high on the list.
he goes to grab a third book, and goes to place it on top of the other two... but he fudges up the placement of it. the book slides right off. ]
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[Let Karkat have his moment of hope. Mohammed will stand there, smiling.]
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[ there is no draft.
still, with a huff, he will grab another book to place it where the previous one fell. and it sticks the landing!
for like, five seconds, before sliding off again. ]
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Take your time.
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[ can you tell that he's annoyed? his rage at the books is almost tangible at this point.
karkat grabs another one, and carefully... puts it on top. except it's not really carefully, because he's incapable of doing anything delicately when he's mad, so if anything he just sets it on his head with enough force to not only make it fall off, but the second book that's already on his head falls as well. ]
Oh goddammit fuck you.
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He holds a had to his mouth. He's scratching an itch. No chuckling here, pay no mind to the shaking books.]
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[ he will, at least, reach down to pick up the fallen books from the floor. he's still muttering under his breath while doing so and seems to be cursing these books to burn in hell, but. at least he's neat. ]
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[He's not removing the books for now. Let him enjoy his victory.]
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okay fine, he has an idea. ]
We're both going to search the library for the book with the worst cover. We have a fifteen minute limit and once those fifteen minutes are done we will come back to this room and produce what we found.
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I like it. Starting now?
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[ he'll open the door so that they both can exit the room and start their quest for the desired book. ]
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Finding the ugliest cover is a bit of a chore. He hasn't been here in months, and the variety in genres cannot be completely searched in the span of fifteen minutes. He walks though every single isle, taking a quick peek at each cover before moving on.]
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he probably should have chosen something different but he's an idiot sometimes. ]
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And a good candidate for the competition. He slides it into his jacket, makes sure no one is around to watch, and returns to the private room.]
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he, too, will return to the room. once he remembers where the fuck it is. ]
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Let's get this done. [Let's see what Karkat has...]
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Bring it.
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Mohammed hols up his book, which honestly should have been kept from Karkat's eyes. Someone must really be into horses to write a romance novel about them.]
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[ why are there books about horse fucking.
karkat takes a moment to think about how this book was probably about chocobo fucking before they regained horses back, and he isn't sure which mental image is more troubling. ]
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[Tosses it onto the chair. Books are meant to be treated with respect, but this is a good exception.]
What do we say that we both win?
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You know what? This time I'm willing to go for a draw.