There's probably some space left on top of the end table if he moves the lamp.
At the suggestion of shelves, zaShunina scans the living room. Yes, he's considered it, but since he doesn't have any money, he can't very well go out and buy more furniture. He's only recently become aware of the concept of currency in the first place--a job is something with which he's still only vaguely familiar as a method of trading labor for money, which can in turn be traded for other goods and services.
"I have considered the possibility of shelving." A beat, wherein he places the book he'd been reading atop the stack beside his chair. "It is the acquisition which is the complication."
No job = no money = no shelves.
zaShunina pushes himself to his feet (with his arms actually attached this time), wading through the sea of books to assist Joshua in moving the books on the sofa, carefully placing them upon premade towers with mechanical precision, perfectly aligned. Eventually, with the two of them working together, enough space to sit is successfully created.
"Additional space will be required, or it will be necessary to stop the shipments." He hasn't gone through every book in the house yet, so even if they stop, he'll still have a few days' worth of reading left. He doesn't like the idea of running out of things to read, though.
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At the suggestion of shelves, zaShunina scans the living room. Yes, he's considered it, but since he doesn't have any money, he can't very well go out and buy more furniture. He's only recently become aware of the concept of currency in the first place--a job is something with which he's still only vaguely familiar as a method of trading labor for money, which can in turn be traded for other goods and services.
"I have considered the possibility of shelving." A beat, wherein he places the book he'd been reading atop the stack beside his chair. "It is the acquisition which is the complication."
No job = no money = no shelves.
zaShunina pushes himself to his feet (with his arms actually attached this time), wading through the sea of books to assist Joshua in moving the books on the sofa, carefully placing them upon premade towers with mechanical precision, perfectly aligned. Eventually, with the two of them working together, enough space to sit is successfully created.
"Additional space will be required, or it will be necessary to stop the shipments." He hasn't gone through every book in the house yet, so even if they stop, he'll still have a few days' worth of reading left. He doesn't like the idea of running out of things to read, though.