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 Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:51 pm
"Uhm.... Anywhere?" He really didn't know much about the school. It was a miracle he had managed to find his classes each day. "We can.. uh.. just work our way around?" Lance said quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:52 pm
"Alright," Alistair said. He stepped out, beckoning for Lance to follow him. Once he was out of the room, he waited before beginning his little impromptu tour. "You've found the music practice rooms; there aren't many, but they're here."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:53 pm
Lance grabbed his things quickly and followed after Alistair. "Im seeing that.. Suppose its easier to practice at home..." Atleast they seemed fairly empty... That was always good.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:54 pm
Alistair led Lance on a fairly casual tour of the school, pointing out various important areas and greeting friends as he went. Since it was after school, the hallways were mostly empty, but there were still people about for clubs.
Once they'd made it full circle back to the practice rooms, Alistair stopped and twirled to face Lance. "So, feeling a bit less lost?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:00 pm
Lance had followed along after Alistair almost like a puppy, ducking behind him every now and then when the raven had stopped to greet his friends.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Alistair spun on him and faced him. "...Not really." Obvious lie. He was bound to get lost -atleast- once tomorrow. He knew it. "Though I think I've got the lay..." His voice trailed off when his eyes landed on one of the wall clocks.
Oh. ********.
Was that really the time?
Shy personality forgotten, Lance began to chant "********, ******** ******** ******** ********" He'd forgotten. He was suppose to met up with Jaysen and walk her home. Without giving so much as a "Thank You" or an explanation for his sudden swear drop, Lance bolted for the nearest exit.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:05 pm
"Well, glad I could help..." Alistair said.
And then Lance started to swear, and with each addition to the cluster f-bomb, Alistair's eyebrows floated up higher. Well, that was interesting. Still, best not to push his luck. So he let the blond run off, smiling faintly.
They would definitely meet again.
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