Mark
He has a nice pile of books. Five of them. Two are romance, the other three are general YA, and he is hurrying out of the library because he doesn't want to be caught with this haul. Uriel is probably one of the very few people that wouldn't mock him for it. He's about to check them out, so he's hurrying.

He's not entirely paying attention as he rounds that corner he's used to rounding. *Normally,* There's no one else in the romance section, so *Normally* He doesn't have much to worry about. But, as
Louis
With a crumbled map in his hands, the teenager was mumbling nonsense to himself, attempting to navigate himself around the premise. He pointed out the sections he could, taking his sweet time to gawk at the number of books stored in the library. He was used to a place that wasn't too crowded, only a couple of shelves with old books that were well taken care of. 

Dakota let out a distressed sigh, pulling out his phone and translating yet another word for himself to thoroughly understand; call it distracted walking, but he wasn't aware of the upcoming disaster that would happen. In a matter of seconds, his phone hit the floor and dakota stumbled back a few steps. He let out a breath of relief, his eyes falling on the one who bumped into him. 

His hands dropped to his side, "*Putain de merde.*" He crouched down, checking his phone for any cracks. "*Watch where you are going, shithead.*" His voice was stern, and he had no regard for the individuals studying in the library at the moment. "*Mon dieu...*" He mumbled while pinching the bridge of his nose.
Mark
He barely manages to keep a hold of his pile, one of the romance novels falling to the ground.

"Sorry-" He rushes to apologize, leaning forward as if to help,until Dakota speaks. Then he frowns, pulls back, and pauses. Great. He takes a small step back before picking up his fallen book, leaving Dakota to deal with that.

"It was an *Accident.* You can't say it's *All* My fault. We *Both* Should have been looking." He's peeved, holding his novels close to his chest. 

"Christ.."
Louis
He narrowed his eyes at moru's apology, only mustering a scoff as he pocketed his phone. "*Damn right you will be sorry.*" He pointed his finger at the other, an aggravated expression on his face, "*"I was taking a walk, i was slow.*" He spoke, "*Yet you were rushed, and you bumped into me.*" He ran a hand through his hair, fixing the beanie on his head. "*I mean come on, use common sense.*" He paused, "*Or are you incapable of that?*" 

He glanced down at his own clothes, instinctively wiping them off. "*I do not want this to happen again, do i make... Do i make me clear... Myself clear- do i make myself clear?*"
Mark
Oh. *Good.* All guilt leaves because *This* Is... A laughable reaction.

He doesn't laugh, though.

"Right. Yeah. Well. I apologized, I don't know what you want from me."

He can't help himself from making another snarky comment. "Why don't you just continue your walk somewhere else? You sure are going out of your way to lecture me... Quite poorly, may I add."

Was that mean? Yes.
Is he sorry? Yes.
Will he apologize right now? No.
Louis
Dakota rolls his eyes at moru's comment, "*Why do you not continue where you are walking next time.*" He stepped closer to the other, "*I just want you to not do this again or else i will rain hell on you. And it will not be pretty.*" He grumbled, his glance darting towards the map he previously held on the ground. 

Dakota sharply turned on his heel, reaching near the ground and swiping up the map, unfolding it and attempting to find the library labeled on the map.

Man, he *Really* Needed to learn english.
Mark
He matches the step forward with a step back, silently cursing his lack of spine. He clenches his teeth for a moment.

"Whatever *You* Can do won't be nearly as bad as what's already happened, so you can threaten me all you want. You can't even tell me what it is you *Can* Do." He turns away as well, but glances back over his shoulder.

For all he mouths off, he's a coward.
Louis
He grips the map, watching the other walk past before mumbling something under his breath, clearly more pissed than he originally was. He lets out a single huff before returning back to his original activity: finding his way around this god forsaken place.