<span style="font-family: seref;">Sure enough, the time for lunch came to and end and the student body moved to get to the next event of the day, which was classes once again. Some no doubt had headed out of the cafeteria early, or wherever they chose to enjoy their meal, while others left with the main group. Even others, few in number, left later than the rest, straggling behind; either on purpose and of their own choosing, or because fate wasn't being kind and getting in their way. And then, of course, there was Ludwig, who remained in the library, content with missing out on this class.<br/><br/>Sitting in the corner, book in hand, he was listening to the sounds of footsteps passing by the library doors. None came in, and after a time passes, the last of the sounds could be heard. Once more it was quiet, and Ludwig was certain that for the time being the only patrons of the library were himself and the two toned angel. Turning the page he was on, he lifts his eyes from the black and white page as the sound of a bell could be heard, signaling the students that they should be in their classes at that time.<br/><br/>Not concerned in the least that he should end up getting caught, Ludwig once more looks to the book within his hands. He had a feeling that not many visited this particular part of the school, which, in his mind, was a shame. People these days just didn't understand the value of books anymore, the quality of time that could be spent drifting between the covers of a well-written novel; it was a journey in itself to read a book, either getting lost in a beautiful fantasy about adventure and magic, or becoming connected on a deep level to the tragic hero whose back story would make one weep tears of sorrow. What Ludwig would do to be able to visit some of the worlds that he'd read about, to be a part of the story himself; but of course that was not to be, and he was content with simply reading the stories, and imagining about them.<br/><br/>Even now, though, he couldn't help but wonder about the other who was in the library along with him. So, after he finishes the chapter he was working on, he marks the spot before closing the book once again like before. However this time he doesn't put the book away, instead keeps it in his hands as he stands up, silently making his way to the spot where he'd seen the other male go to. It didn't take long for Ludwig to find the other, sitting upon what looked like a lumpy pillow of some sort, surrounded by a stack of books, and a lamp for light to read by.<br/><br/>For a moment Ludwig simply watched the other, before stepping out from where he was. Raising his hand to his mouth, he gives a gentle cough to let the angel know he was there, in order not to frighten him in any way. He knew he had the bad habit of doing such things, due to the fact he moved so silently. Once he was sure he had the two-toned male's attention, he speaks up, his voice thick with a British/German accent. "It looks to me like I'm not the only one who desired not to attend class at this moment." He steps a bit closer, a small smile on his lips. The way he spoke was very formal and slightly old fashioned.<br/><br/>Eyes drifting over the little setup the stranger had, he lays his eyes to rest on the other last, hopefully meeting his gaze with the other. "Would you mind if I joined you? I don't mean to intrude in the least, and if you're more comfortable if I left I would completely understand." He then bows slightly, much like a butler would, with his arm crossing his waist, and his eyes closed for a moment before standing up straight. Patiently he waits for any sort of answer that might be given.</span>