doing much the same in his own section, scowling as he went along. He comes across another Literature book and is ready to scream. "ARTHUR!"

visibly winces and accidentally knocks a few books over, destroying his progress. "This is a bookstore, not a beer hall. What is it?"

picks out another misplaced book and chucks it onto the ever growing pile. "Why are your stupid books in *my* section?!"

huffs, blowing his hair out of his face. "Because most patrons don't put them back where they belong. You ask as if I put them there..."

frowns, picking up the Literature part of the pile and lumbering them over to Arthur. "Still, they're *your* books.*

looks up from setting the shelf to rights and smirks a little. "So they are. Terribly sorry, but thank you for returning them so promptly."

huffs, glaring at Arthur's smirk and places the books down at the man's feet. "Why does someone as awesome as me have to do your work for

you?"

picks the first couple off the stack to find places on the shelf for them. "Oh, belt up. Had I realized they were over there I'd have gotten

them myself."

scoffs, rolling his eyes. "And this is what I get for being so awesomely helpful. You'd probably have broken your back or something."

shoots him an unamused glare. "Your way of calling me old, I take it? I expected a bit more wit out of you."

cracks a grin, leaning against the shelf with his arms crossed. "West's the brains of the family. I'm just the eyecandy."

snorts. "So you admit to being the idiot of the family? It's about time."

's glare from before returns with more vigour. "*No*, I ain't dumb. I'm just admitting that West's smarter than me."

picks one of the books up and flips through it idly. "..'ain't dumb.' That remains to be seen, I suppose."

continues to glare. *How dare he mock the awesome me?!* "I'd rather be dumb than have a stick up my ass all day, like *someone*."

tries not to smirk, but it's difficult after that. "I would love to explain all the things wrong with that statement, but I honestly don't-

have all day to dumb it down for you."

huffs his chest out, a challenging look in his eyes. "Oh yeah? And what could be more important than talking to the awesome that is me?"

resists the urge to poke him in the chest just to see if he'll deflate. "Watching dust particles. Naturally."

's jaw drops in shock. "Dude...you need to get a better life 'cause this one's doing your head in..."

finishes setting the other misplaced books back on the shelf then shrugs. "Knitting, then. Anything more mentally taxing than listening to-

your incessant narcissism."

furrows his brows. "You are *such* an old man, old man." He then slightly pouts. "And I am not narcissist."

takes his glasses off and slips them into a pocket. See? Not old. "No? Well, if there's even an ounce of modesty in you, you do a superb job

of hiding it."

stares at Arthur for a split second before frowning. "Why would I be modest? *Everyone* should know my awesomeness!"

literally face-palms. "Case in point. And just how are you so awesome?"

him a blank look. "I'm awesome because I'm awesome."

to argue this point, naturally, but figures it would be a waste of breath anyway. "Your logic is flawless as always."

grins in victory, feeling just that little bit more awesome than usual. "Of course!"

shakes his head. "That was sarcasm, you realize.."

blinks, feeling just that little bit not-so-awesome. "No."

groans a little but decides not to press it this time. "Are you finished with your section, then?"