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A book. Huh. Ambrose had never really bothered with reading, but he had stumbled across an interesting cover every now and again and had decided to take a peek at the contents inside. He never held onto a book for long, though, the story never being quite fully immersive and the story never truly satisfying. Or maybe he was just picky. Probably just picky.

But here, in the vast library of this place, they had books upon books, and each one seemed to call for him. While he had only ventured a few pages into the first few he had pulled from the shelves, as he got more and more in depth Ambrose dove deeper and deeper into the books he opened.

Eventually, finding a few he liked, Ambrose would make his way back to a table and sit himself down, setting down the small pile and opening the first book on the pile. He, of course, had been too immersed in anticipation to readily notice if anyone had been in a close vicinity of him, but he cared little, choosing to instead care about the book in front of him, a fairly small adventure novel that bore no clear name on the cover or spine.[/color]

Ambrose's ears would perk at the sound of a voice, then footsteps making their way over to him. Judging solely from the voice, it was a girl. The footsteps stopped, and he could hear the girl seat herself across the table from him, and sigh under her breath. Ambrose would wait a few seconds, not truly believing in being the first to speak when it came to things like this. However he felt the girl wanted to talk to him. Why else would she sit herself across from him if there were so many other places to go?

He would look up from his book to look at the girl after noting his page, smiling softly. Here eyes had been locked to the cover of the book he held in his hands. "Ah, sorry, did you want this? I've got plenty of others to kill my time with, i'm sure one wouldn't make a difference." Ambrose would say before closing the cover and putting the book halfway between him and the girl. "I'm Ambrose, by the way. Weird name, I know. Can I ask yours?"

Seeing the girl reject the book and push it back his way with her finger, Ambrose would shrug nonchalantly and put the book back on top of his tiny mountain. She had already read it, huh? Strange, seeing as he couldn't seem to find the title anywhere. He'd have to look more thoroughly for that later...

When the girl complemented his name, Ambrose's smile would widen a bit. That was a first. Normally people commented on how weird or outlandish it was, or asked for his real name. Normally, the conversation ended there, and besides Gabriel was no better a name. "Aye, call me the food of the gods. Nice to meet you, Tam." the boy would say before shaking the girl's outstretched hand. "I'm not a huge reader, I never really had time for books before. I was always in a rush, things to do and places to be. But i'm trying to get more into reading now that i'm here.

"Seriously? A single bad book broke reading for you to the point you didn't touch another book for two years? Wow, talk about a car crash of a book, that must've sucked. As for why I picked up this one, it just kinda...happened. I've been lookin' through this place for a while and nothing really piqued my interest until I came across this one. There's not really a name on it, and I like mysteries, so I guess this one just called to me. Then all these other ones came after by coincidence." Ambrose would say, motioning to the pile of books next to him.

"So, what are you doing here, if I can ask?" Ambrose would say, genuinely curious. He was quiet and didn't exactly exude an aura of 'friendly' so it came as a surprise to him that she'd approach him of all people.

Ambrose would hear the girl out on her explanation of why she had stopped reading because of one bad book and shuddered. He was glad he was a halfway decent writer. He'd never write anything bad enough to spook anyone off of books for that long. Preferably, not at all.

Listening to the girl's explanation of why she was here, Ambrose would laugh quietly. "Wow, you really are a huge into books, huh? Not that that's a bad thing. if you're in search for a good book, look no further. This place is giant and i'm assuming it has every book you could ever want and then some. But i'm interested, how does it hold up? How does this whole place hold up, if you're just arriving?" Ambrose would ask, leaning back in his chair. He loved it here, for a multitude of reasons. Freedom being the first and foremost, however.