HE PROBABLY WILL. ;;
[ shaky, irritated, he tears at it with a bit more purpose, until it's finally unusable. it really does nothing for him, to rip books up like this. it's just habit. when he has no idea what to do with himself and when he gets so overcome by everything he's feeling. ]
They're a lot easier to take apart than bloody robots, though. [ he's not looking at ritsuka or the mess of pages and cardboard and string at his feet, he's looking at the shelf. he'd knock the entire thing over, but he isn't strong enough for it. ]