Will thinks for a moment about the rest of the books in his selection, decides that Clark has already seen the worst of them, and then shifts just enough to hand them over. Slide them on top (or bottom, depending on how Clark feels about being seen first and foremost with magical alien cats) of what Clark has and makes to wander through a few aisles before he goes to wait the entrance. He might be goingat this a bit too much like law enforcement—someone buying cigarettes or alcohol for another party underage wouldn't be seen at the front counter with them if they wanted to pull off their little stunt—but oh well. Clark can be assumed to simply have a varied selection (and probably a young teenager at home who loves some weird cat books), and no librarian needs to feel aggravated by the insult, or stressed if they should call the two of them on or it not.
Except he's also thinking about loitering, so rather than stand around just outside the building like a shady guy on the look out for services rendered, he opts to stay inside and do his loitering. But hey, he's reading their pamphlet on Where Does Your Library Fine Money Go? as if it's the most interesting piece of information he's ever come across, so there's nothing to complain about here.
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Will thinks for a moment about the rest of the books in his selection, decides that Clark has already seen the worst of them, and then shifts just enough to hand them over. Slide them on top (or bottom, depending on how Clark feels about being seen first and foremost with magical alien cats) of what Clark has and makes to wander through a few aisles before he goes to wait the entrance. He might be goingat this a bit too much like law enforcement—someone buying cigarettes or alcohol for another party underage wouldn't be seen at the front counter with them if they wanted to pull off their little stunt—but oh well. Clark can be assumed to simply have a varied selection (and probably a young teenager at home who loves some weird cat books), and no librarian needs to feel aggravated by the insult, or stressed if they should call the two of them on or it not.
Except he's also thinking about loitering, so rather than stand around just outside the building like a shady guy on the look out for services rendered, he opts to stay inside and do his loitering. But hey, he's reading their pamphlet on Where Does Your Library Fine Money Go? as if it's the most interesting piece of information he's ever come across, so there's nothing to complain about here.