[Not much words needed.

Ken's sitting in the student lounge, occupying a whole table. The table leaf is covered in comics, blank papers, some pens and crayons ... just now he's scribbling on this paper. From time to time the TV draws his attention to its screen oldspicecommercial and he interrupts his work.]


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[He actually stumbled upon a box in front of a room called 'library' before (the library smells like papers and books so much, no way that he's ever gonna enter it) and as he cursing wanted to kick the emptied box aside, his eyes caught a glimpse of some strange looking books. They were thin. And colourful.
Cool-looking picture books?

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