Riqu pushed through the library door and slipped out fast, as if he was worried he might not make it all the way out, and hurried down the steps with his head down. He pressed a paw to his forehead, anxiously wrapping up his hair in his fingers and intermittently squeezing his eyes closed, as if against a bright light, as he walked. It was difficult and exhausting business, walking in public when you don’t want to look at anything and can’t bear to be looked at...
