Speaking of the devil--or maybe the devils, plural?--the library doors open, and two people walk in.
It's immediately apparent that they couldn't be more different. After all, the first person has a long stride and is holding his hair (orange like the middle of a flame) back for whatever reason, making for quite a comical look. It also looks like he's a wearing a sopping wet coat.
Meanwhile, his companion looks like anyone you could pick off the street. His pace is normal. The length of each step he takes is normal. He isn't doing anything with his hair, which is darkly colored in a very normal way. Oh, and he's completely dry. The only thing peculiar about him is that he's dressed in formal attire, like he's walking into a conference rather than a library. (Well, libraries can host conferences too.) 
So normal.

The orange-haired man shows a friendly smile. "Lovely! Do you happen to have paper towels anywhere?" 

"Thank you!"
The orange-haired dude beams, and promptly takes to stacking the paper towels on his head. Yep, he's not even rubbing them against his hair or anything, he's just using them...like sponges.
"Ah, that sentence felt weirdly empty. How do I address people here? 'Dearie'?" he asks his companion.
The other's expression does not change. "Please do not do that." 

"Alright, what about darling or honey?" The orange-haired guy continues on, undeterred, addressing both Ramma and Arete.
"Absolutely not, Eas." His companion is the picture of calm. 
"Cupcake? Pumpkin..." he tilts his head. "...pie?"
Rai stares at his friend for a second. "I'm going to reroute his passwords." He turns and smiles at the library staff members. "On a new topic, do you guys happen to have computers around?" 

Rai follows. "How much does it cost to print something here?" 
 

"I hope no one has printed the Bee Movie script using your papers," comments Rai. 
That's the first thing you think of?
Raez is looking around, sort of like a lost little kid in the middle of a supermarket who isn't particularly panicked about it. He really does look silly with the paper towels on his head.

"Wouldn't it?" Rai asks, rhetorically, to Arete. "Now, imagine they mixed pages of that same script into the reference manual that you really needed, making you reprint all the pages. Wouldn't that be quite a creative endeavor?" 
...who hurt you? [Well, the answer is quite obvious.] 

Raez's gaze swivels through the covers. It's not really possible to tell what he thinks about any of the topics, since he doesn't seem to be reacting.