Whoever tends this library should be more vigilant about books being stuffed in the wrong place. Children's books have their own section, and yet this wayward book found itself stuffed disrespectfully in the adult fiction. For shame.

However, the young man nearby doesn't even think to judge Venom's taste in books, as he is already halfway through a thick novel with a neat tower of additional books stacked next to him. He looks up when addressed, moving the origami seahorse bookmark to his current page.

"You did not." His focus hadn't been broken at all until he'd spoken directly to him. He'd been aware of Venom's presence, of course, but hadn't minded. "Are you looking for a specific book?"