Persi still didn't like the Mansion.

He was getting used to it, though. He could mostly find his way around, at least to the places he so far knew and cared about. It wasn't as large as it had seemed, at first, though the grounds still seemed endless. He still had no interest in exploring them.

The library, however, had been explored. To some extent, anyway. He'd figured out why it was three stories; they had what probably wasn't but felt like every book in existence there. Persi would not have cared about that, except that there also appeared to be every art book in existence there. Sure, in a few months (or more, there were a lot of books) he'd probably run out and that wouldn't seem true any longer, but for now....

For now, Persi was at a table in the library, surrounded by about eight books; three were textbook-style tips on art, while the rest were pictures of various artists' work, with descriptions of the art, the process to make it, and the artists' stories relating to it in various proportions depending on the book. His sketchbook was on the table too, rapidly filling with sketches and tests of techniques and perspectives, and a few sketches of ideas that Persi thought of while reading through the books. Persi hadn't been this happy since the last day of school.

”Great nap.” Carrick said to himself as if he really needed a pat on the back for doing absolutely nothing. With a yawn and stretch Carrick walked down a corridor of bookshelves and tried to recall where he was, must have been the library. Which meant he was in here because he was skipping classes or he was actually in the library for a book. Looking down to his full hand he noticed a book (mechanics of flight) and nodded, he was here for a book but did that mean he wasn’t hiding here?

Looking around for a clock Carrick walked out into the open and spotted a kid reading a lot of books. Some looked big enough for textbooks, which caused Carrick’s eyebrows into a frown. He blinked once and put his fingers on the bridge of his nose as he was trying to decide if he should ask the kid for the time or just keep moving. Carrick didn’t recognize the kid, most likely do to the fact that the kid was new or Carrick was just not around the places as often as he should be, like classes.

Hefting his book on the table Carrick looked to the new kid with black hair and colored streaks in it. ”Ohi, what time is it?” Carrick asked still slightly tired and even more disoriented.

...Did no one in this entire building understand the concept of 'interrupting'? Or more importantly, that you shouldn't interrupt? Persi could barely even be annoyed anymore; it had been such a constant since he got here. So instead of a glare when he looked up, the kid got a raised eyebrow, then an eye roll, before Persi glanced around and pointed at the clock hanging behind the kid. "Three fifteen, apparently. Why?" Can you not read a clock yourself? was perhaps the question Persi was actually implying, but it wasn't what he said.

Whatever the answer was, Persi didn't actually care that much. He went back to sketching. One of the books had an interesting exercise... for.... Persi looked back at the kid.

"...You have wings." And Persi didn't really care about the rest, at least not yet; he had been trying for years to draw someone with wings, and while he'd improved a lot, he still wasn't what he wanted to be. There was no way that getting to draw someone who actually had wings would not help. Persi could do cool looking easily; it was realism that he still had trouble with.

Following the kids hand Carrick turned and spotted the clock, ”So it is!” meaning summer classes just got out meaning he had successfully avoided another boring day! Turning back towards the kid who gave him a look like he was stupid for asking what time it was furrowed his eyebrows into a slight frown. ”Never in here unless I’m sleeping so I don’t know where any of the clocks are.” Carrick felt like that was a good enough reason to ask what time it was.

Carrick turned and was about to walk away till he heard the kid say something very, very obvious. Carrick turned towards him and mocked him dropping his jaw and pointing towards the kid’s hair, ”My god! You have Blue and Green in your hair!” Carrick said pointing to the boy before lowering his hand, ”My god! You have books in front of you!” Carrick said with a sly smirk. So he was being smug, but hearing that he the obvious did have a tendency to get annoying.

”What, never seen wings before?” Carrick asked figuring he had before everyone had seen a bird at some point in their life right? If not in person, a movie or television show or even a book. Carrick lifted his book and pointed to the cover with a sparrow on it with his wings open. ”He has wings too!” Carrick said mocking a surprised look.

"Maybe you should look, if you sleep here that often." It seemed pretty obvious to Persi. If you were often in a place, and often needed to know the time in that place, maybe you could take three seconds to look around and figure out where the clocks were. It wasn't like they were hidden.

...Okay, in addition to having wings, the kid was a brat. Noted. Persi's expression grew increasingly doubtful of the kid's intelligence, for his part. If the kid was going to be that much of a sarcastic brat.... "You have a tail too, by the way. Did you know?"

Okay, now Persi was actually beginning to question the kid's intelligence. "He is a bird. Having wings is part of the definition of being a bird. You know, the way it's not part of the definition of being human."

...Or mutant. Persi maybe had forgotten where he was for a second. Which he really had no reason to, considering he was talking about the fact that someone had wings and a tail, to said kid with wings and a tail. His mouth snapped shut. He couldn't think of any way to undo what he'd said, though.

Carrick’s tail flicked with irritation from the boy’s comments. Clearly he didn’t grasp the concept of sarcasm meaning most of what Carrick had to say was likely to go way over the other teen’s head. Turning and looking back towards his own Backside Carrick grabbed his tail and mocked a gasp, ”My god! I have a tail!” Carrick shook his head and looked back to the kid releasing his own tail.

”Well, good thing I’m not a human then otherwise I wouldn’t be able to fly.” Carrick took a step forward to see what kind of books Captain Obvious was reading ”You powers of perception are impressive. Side effect of your mutation or did the dye affect yer’ brain?” Carrick asked in a mock tone with a smug grin on his face.

Wings shifting slightly behind him Carrick continued to mock the boy, ”Watcha working on Captain Obvious?”

Yep, definitely sarcastic. Melodramatically sarcastic, even. Persi had... well, less of an objection to those than to most annoyances; at least they were entertaining, and normally aware of how annoying they were being. "You do. Hopefully no one steps on it. I've heard that's painful." From friends' dogs, mostly, but still. The principle probably applied.

Okay, Persi had probably earned that. And significantly more, for that matter, so he could put up with having his intelligence mocked. It wasn't like he was smart, and missing the wings, even if it was only for a minute, was spectacular. "No, as far as I know it's just me. The dye's to distract people from it." Not really, although now that he thought of it, it might do it. It certainly distracted them from everything else about Persi, so probably did that too.

"Drawing." Persi turned one of the books he wasn't currently working with toward the winged boy; this particular one was a collection of art by an artist who tended to do fantasy work. A lot of it was book covers and trading cards, and most of the rest he'd done without any sort of commission, though it didn't say whether or how he sold any of it. "I was bored, mostly."

Carrick smirked and shrugged his shoulders, ”I get by, haven’t had anyone step on it since I got it.” Carrick turned his head to his tail and tried to catch it a few times making it obvious he was trying to be funny till he finally caught it in his free hand. ”Gets stuck in revolving doors on occasion but it is starting to know better.” Letting go of his tail he turned his attention back to the kid with the multicolored hair.

”Well, duh?” Carrick said his eyes shifting from the kids hair towards the art supplies and books in front of him. ”Yer, touched in the head or something?” Carrick asked tiliting his head to the side as he took a few steps closer to the table as he fixed his mismatched color eyes on the paper in front of the kid. ”I meant whatcha drawing? Any good?” Carrick asked curiously still moving closer to the table his tail twitching behind him the way a cat’s does when a cat is busy investigating something. ”So you draw when yer bored? I do that on occasion too, though it’s mostly stick figures giving crude hand gestures.” Carrick said smirking revealing his elongated canines again.

Taking a step back from the table Carrick shrugged, ”Never been too good at drawing meself, I get bored too easily.” Carrick reached towards the back of his head and scratched it a few times. ”More of a frequient flier when I get bored.” Carrick pointed to his wings, ”because that is what they are meant for.” Carrick said in a mocking tone towards the teen.