[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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[ 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.