As someone knocked on the door, Northern furrowed his brows in slight irritation. He was standing on one of the steps of a ladder, reading a thick tome with one hand.
Of course, this was just one of the many things he was doing.
He was also currently climbing up another ladder.
There was another of him pulling books from shelves and tossing them to the ground, while three more stood below—catching them and judging each by its cover. They were searching for something specific.
Another walked along the ground between the massive shelves. Yet another sat in an alcove corner, reading with a cup of coffee in hand.
One might have been tempted to think the one drinking coffee was the real Northern.
It wasn't.
Northern let that clone handle the intake of brown caffeine, so when he needed the bodily function, he'd simply switch consciousness to that particular body. He was too busy searching for a clue right now to actually care about drinking coffee.
