One of his favorite activities was indulging in a fantasy land. Whether that was shifting into the deeper parts of his mind, lucid dreaming, or indulging in a book, Romulus always found himself clinging to the false realities of the beyond. He figured, at least, that it helped him cope. That somewhere out there was a better reality where his father was not greedy or his mother remained alive, perhaps even one where Sojourn loved him. It helped him explore his options, logically and unrealistically at the same time. If he could play out all the scenarios in his head, then what could go wrong?

And yet there was always a twist. Like any good story, there was always something that the protagonist never expected. Romulus was never humbled by that fact, always wanting to find a permanent solution to a problem. Something, somewhere, had to be in paw's reach. There was always a means to an end. If there was not, he would go insane.

In order to divert that thought though, he read.... and read... and read. It appeared, as he walked along the main areas of the group, that someone had also indulged in one of his favorite hobbies. His eyes surveyed the other as they were caught up in their reading, very much contemplating leaving them be to enjoy their text, but found himself curious to know what they were looking at. With that in mind, he took it upon himself to saunter forward.

Poking his head downwards, he peeked over at the other's reading for a moment before speaking. "I can't tell what this is," he mumbled. "Is it an original work? or something I have yet to come across?"

The kingpin's head craned. So, not an original? A new novel for him to look into, it appeared. Romulus continued to peek over the child's side as they spoke, nodding along with their words. "Good for you," came his genuine response. "Keep your brain sharp, kiddo. It'll help in the long run." A paw attempted to come up and place itself on Caspian's noggin, trying to encouraging rub their head.

Whether or not he was successful, he pulled back and away from their shoulder. He couldn't be nosy for long. Instead, the lion rounded out towards their front and sat down in front of them. "I read to feel..." His words drifted off, yet he felt he could end his response there. Romulus read to feel... different. To feel alive. To feel 'free,' as they said. There was something about it that he couldn't describe in words. He merely let himself trail off, only to realign his mindset in favor of being kid-friendly. He couldn't exactly get philosophically deep with them. That would be depressing. "To feel 'free,' I suppose."

The kingpin tried to shift away from the subject before he let his mind wander and mouth spatter something ridiculous. "Tell me," he muttered. "What's that about?" A paw raised and a singular claw pointed at the book cover.