The last few books that were left to be carried out were sitting on the bookshelf; on one of the lower shelves. Ienzo reached down and grabbed the remaining books and left the small office.
"I'm a scientist, not a book carrier!"
Ienzo looked up at the sound of someone shouting, probably Even.
"It seems that Even is displeased with the arrangement."
Ienzo turned to see Xehanort carrying his pile of books. Xehanort stopped and glanced at his younger co-worker. "When has Even liked to do anything but research?"
Xehanort's lips twitched into something that was akin to a smile.