Aug 19, 2018
Durbe - b9oks
“Those aren’t books.”
“Sure they are!” Vector singsonged as he set the stack of calculus textbooks in front of a mildly disgruntled Durbe with a thud, ruining his neat arrangement of school supplies. “Bound, printed and everything. Even has words.”
Vector further dismantled his organization by laying right on the desk, rolling on his stomach and flipping open one of the thick, devilish grimoires to some chapter on Leibniz notation as if it were some exciting adventure novel. Durbe put his head in his hands. When he agreed to tutor after hours for extra credit, he didn’t have this gremlin in mind.
