"Haa! Liam, you look like you've been beaten to death by a demon." Judge burst into his big brother's room like a chaotic hurricane of unwelcome energy, his grin as wide as a blimp.
"What?" Liam replied in a tone so flat it could iron laundry, his glare screaming, Get out. He was hunched over his desk, surrounded by an imposing fortress of— wait for it— actual books. A rare sight indeed.
"You're… reading? Like... real books? And they have no pictures in them? " Judge gasped dramatically, clutching his heart like he'd been personally betrayed by reality. His eyes darted around. "What kind of books? Principles?" He snatched one off the desk before Liam could stop him and gawked at it like it was a magical relic. "Principles? Oh no, it's worse than I thought."
