[Honey]

It was like a nook made entirely of books, though instead of being sturdy it was clear that one wrong move would send the entire tower toppling down. Briefly, Kavi was plagued with the idea of being buried under the pile of romance novels and not being found until morning, dead beneath the weight of the books. Shaking his head at the string of thought, he pulled his head from the nook of books in favor of noticing the rest of the books stacked upon the wall. He very nearly balked at the sight of them. "Jesus, how many book do you have, dude?"