Alfred F. Jones twisted his head back and forth, utterly bewildered by his surroundings. He leaned forward in his chair, whispering to his stepbrother across the table. "Psst. Mattie," he whispered, his voice shaking with alarm. "What is this weird place?"

Matthew frowned. "We're in the library...?"

Alfred continued to cautiously and confusedly examine his surroundings. "Why are there walls of books everywhere? Is this some kind of sick and twisted maze? How did we get here?"

Matt rolled his eyes, sighing in disgust. "Al, there are supposed to be walls of books here. This is where people study."

Alfred frowned. "Really? They have big buildings like this, just for studying?"

"Yeah."

Alfred looked around, frowning. "But why do I have to be here? I hate studying."

Matthew glared at him. "Because we have a class together and we were paired up for an assignment and I'll be damned if you're gonna make me do all the work. You can flunk out if you want, lazy ass, but don't drag me down with you."

"Huh." Alfred said thoughtfully. "If they make places like this, they should really put one on campus."

"We are on campus, you idiot," Matthew growled.

Alfred blinked, confused. "Really? I've never seen it. They should probably put it in a more noticeable place."

Matthew sighed deeply. "This library is in the middle of the campus, Alfred. You pass it every day on your way to class."

"What, no way! And I missed it up until now? Man, that's eerie. Maybe they need, like, awareness seminars or something. I bet a lot of students could make use of this place if they knew it existed."

Matthew closed his eyes and slowly counted to ten in his head. "Al, I think everyone except you already knew."

Alfred threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah, as if! I bet you only knew about this place because you're a nerd."

"This is why they shouldn't give out sports scholarships to people who contribute nothing else to society!" Matthew snapped angrily. "Why does a lazy, unappreciative idiot like you get a free ride while I'm stuck with student loans? You don't even give a crap about school!"

A tall, handsome man with beige hair and violet eyes poked around a nearby bookshelf. "Excuse me," he said gently, speaking with a thick Russian accent. "Can you keep it down, please?"

Alfred's jaw slowly dropped as Matthew went slightly red in the face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be quieter."

The man smiled warmly. "Thank you." He then disappeared back behind the shelf.

Matthew turned to his brother, whose jaw was hanging open like a snake preparing to swallow its prey, and scowled. "What is it now?" He hissed lowly.

"Daaamn," Alfred breathed. "He pretty."

Matthew facepalmed. "Alfred, we're working on schoolwork, remember? This might only be a small assignment, but it's due next week and—" he realized he was talking to an empty seat.

"Alfred!"

Peeking around the corner of a bookshelf curiously, Alfred examined the man. He was pushing a cart full of books and putting the books onto random shelves, for some reason or another. Alfred cleared his throat and suavely swaggered over to the Russian.

"Yo. How's it going?" He greeted him with the flirtiest playboy tone he could muster. The man didn't even glance at him and continued working. "So... I'm Al. I heard this building's on campus. You must be a student?"

The man continued at his work. "No. I'm a librarian."

Alfred frowned. "A librarian, huh? So, like... what's that mean? Is it halfway between liberal and republican?"

"It means I work at a library," the man replied casually.

Alfred looked puzzled for a moment and furrowed his brows, deep in thought before it hit him. "Oh, right! Because it's called a library! Cool." He went to the other side of the man and leaned seductively onto the cart. "Well, mister librarian, today is your lucky day."

"Oh? And why is that?" the librarian asked calmly, still not interested enough to make eye contact.

"Because, baby, you caught my attention. How would you like to spend the rest of the evening in the arms of this handsome stud?" Still leaning on the cart, he began to flex his muscles. Without a word or even a glance, the Russian man ignored him and pushed the cart forward. Alfred toppled over, landing on his butt.

The librarian sighed as Alfred's head popped out from around the corner as he continued to work. "Heh… Playing hard to get, huh? You're really good at that. Totally sexy. Just like me! See, that's why we'd be so great together. It would be, like, a colossal mass of sexiness. People would have to avert their eyes because they would implode with the sheer—"

The Russian man clamped his large hand over Alfred's large mouth and turned to him, his beautiful violet eyes only inches away. "I am trying to work," he stated calmly. He then let go and strode away, leaving Alfred stunned. After a few moments, he shakily composed himself and ran after him.

"So, ah... you take your job pretty seriously, huh? Cool, cool. I can respect that," he continued to babble, following the Russian as he towed his cart around. "So, must be a boring job, huh? Just surrounded by books all day, and all. Well, I mean, unless you're into that kind of thing. You don't really seem that nerdy, though. But hey, you never know. Don't judge a book by its cover, right? And I mean, why would somebody bother with a job like this if they hated it? Well, then again lots of people don't like their jobs. I remember once my father—urk!" he exclaimed as his brother yanked him back by the collar.

"Matt, what the heck? Can't you see I'm flirting it up with a hot piece of Russian mancandy? Dude, bros help bros. You should be my wingman. That is so not cool. Gak!" he yelped again as Matthew dragged him away forcefully. "Hey!"

"We have a project to work on," Matthew snapped, "And you're too distracted here. We're going to study elsewhere."

"But… but…"

"No buts! Harass innocent men on your own time!"

Alfred puffed up his cheeks. "I was not harassing him! I was flirting! That's totally different."

"Not when they're not interested."

"He was totally interested!"

"Yeah, I could tell by the way he was ignoring you."

"Psh, he was just playing hard to get! He was totally into me!"

"Whatever. Come on, let's go."

"No!" Alfred exclaimed as Matthew tried to pull him out the front doors, latching onto the entrance gate and wrapping all four limbs around it like a child who didn't want to leave a toy store.

"Alfred, you can come back to the library any time!" Matt shouted, pulling Alfred roughly, but he was no match for his brother's insane strength.

"But I don't know his work schedule! And thanks to you, I didn't even get to find out his name!" Al whined.

"It's Ivan," Matthew spat.

"How would you know?" Alfred snapped.

"Because that's what it said on his nametag, genius!" Matthew roared, still tugging.

"Oh."

Alfred, completely calm, let go and both of them toppled onto the ground. Matt quickly and angrily pulled himself up and yanked up his brother, dragging him away as Alfred laughed.

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