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. 

"I'm not sure, but I am certainly about to waste some time," says Rai. And while the narrator would ordinarily narrate something like 'he said so in a tone much calmer than before', his tone actually hasn't changed at all. His voice is about as level as the dead sea.

Still no reaction from Raez. No wonder he tends to be thought of as be the 100% street smarts type.
"Hmm, I better go into the bathroom to return any towels I don't use," he muses to himself, and then off he goes to do exactly that. 
That's not the right direction, though.
 

Raez, who doesn't realize that Ramma is headed his direction rather than Rai's, bangs his head into the shelf, totally unfazed.

It would be wiser for Rai to go and pick up his friend, but he's not going to do that. He just keeps heading toward the computer section. He pulls out a chair, sits down, and...
...
Somehow he's logged into the computer already? W...

Raez gives a thumbs up (in the wrong direction) and keeps walking.
Hey Rai. Hey Rai. Hey Rai.

Rai ignores his narrator and goes about his business doing Rai things on the computer. I guess. 
"Ma'am, it's not against the rules to use a personal flash drive on a public computer or anything, is it?" he asks. 

"Now that would be quite amateurish," Rai replies.
You meant immoral, right?
The narrator is ignored again.  
Raez seems to have stopped for some reason, probably so he doesn't walk out of the thread. He doesn't say something, though, just pauses and tilts his head.