The monitor flickered to life as the boy translated the mouse to its new position. He stared gravely at its alluring wallpaper that has been forcibly displayed upon the desktop, then heaved a sigh that was very much empty in a way. He spun around to observe the room he had entered -- nope, there was no sign of any other 'homos' visible within its boundaries. With much effort, the chair was being dragged from underneath the wooden table. The boy inspected his chair meticulously before placing his trust upon the chair to support his weight...

Well he wasn't overweight, that's for sure. He's just dreadfully cautious when it comes to new environments.

'Eh, boy, no games hor,' the middle-aged librarian hollered with 'much' discretion.
'Yes, Ma'am.'

*** shall continue as of such later ***