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This had been a lame place to come hang out. But it was one of the few places no one would look for him, and that's what he wanted more than anything right now. Angelo had ditched school, sneaked off campus. The museum wasn't the most... interesting place to go, but it was quiet and had air conditioning. Man, he really shouldn't have worn his uniform. But it was the only way he could move around on campus and not look suspicious. Why didn't he just ditch it when got inside?

He was thinking about taking the coat off when someone tapped his shoulder. Angelo turned to look sidelong at the boy who approached him. His brow quirked slightly in irritation. "The what?" He asked with a slightly cynical tone. Oh, that must be the thing all those posters were talking about. He turned to face Alastar and looked him over, hands on his hips. One eye was hidden by the sweeping silver hair, but the other sharp blue eye was looking at him critically. "Didn't you pick up a map?"

Angelo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know. I don't work here ya know. Do I look like the museum attendants?" He points off to the side where a tour group was being led by a man in a red coat and black skirt. He may have been in a uniform, but it wasn't the uniform this kid should have been looking for. He stood tall again and folded his arms. "I didn't even know there was a hall B. Give me your map." He holds his hand out and makes a vague grab for the paper.

Reaching into his pocket, Angelo pulled out what looked to be a pocket watch and opened it. Inside the metal casing was a compass. He turned so he and the map directions were both facing north and studied the stupid doodle a moment longer. "Hn." He think he understood the map. "We're probably about here." He stepped back so Alastar could see the map. But we're on the first floor. The exhibit is on the second floor. So it's a question of finding the stairs, or an elevator. Neither of which are marked on this thing." He glanced back up at the other boy.

Angelo raised a brow at the boy, though not that he would see it under Angelo's hair. "School... Oh, not at all. I got bored with classes and wanted to go someplace where no one would find me. So, here I am." He made a vague gesture before looking at the compass in his hand. "It's my ... good luck charm, of sorts. Besides, you never know when you'll need one." He closed the metal case and tucked it away again. "So this exhibit thingy you're looking for... Is it interesting?" He wondered if tagging along with this guy would be more fun than wandering down here alone.

Ugh. So this guy was here for school work? Well, the exhibit sounded better than what he was doing. Things were so boring down here. "It... yeah sure. Randomly walked in here." Close enough at least. Angelo walked after Alastar as he headed a few steps away. "It sounds interesting. Or at least more so than the stuff down here." He wasn't going to say he was tagging along. He had every right to go to the other exhibits too. Really he was just bored.

Angelo didn't need coaxing to fall into step with Alastar. But damn was this museum confusing. At least listening to his companion was somewhat amusing. "Angelo." He offered when prompted for his name. Introductions had fallen to the side when faced with irritation of being mistaken for an employee. "I go to the all boy's academy, Tidal Heights." He didn't expect Alastar to know much about it, if anything. They had kept their doors closed pretty tightly until recently.

"These stair images always amuse me. The stick people look like they're falling down all the time... Or on fire. I wonder if in the future one of these will end up in a museum, and someone will try and explain what the artist intended." As they mounted the stairs, Angelo hazarded conversation. "The technology they had was state of the art. Imagine the excitement when the concept of a loom caught on. A n easier way to weave cloth? That was near witchcraft."

He thought about how to best describe the school. "I imagine it's a lot like prison. I live in the dorms, and operate on a very rigid schedule. I have at least 2 classes every day of the week. It's a bit of a nightmare." Maybe Alastar would see why Angelo decided to take a day off. He didn't have an other days to relax.

"Would a toilet be a seat of honor then, by that logic? All hail the porcelain throne and all that." He said as they started down the corridor. "Technology is sort of like witchcraft. Just because we understand it doesn't make it any less... What's the word, awe-inspiring?" Though he had to laugh that his mother didn't like the electronic books. "It sounds like how nonna would think of electronic books. But she and nonno are so traditional." He paused a moment. "Ah, that is, my... grandparents. I swear they would probably step on grapes to make wine if they weren't on in years." Speaking of tradition of course.

"History's ok I guess. Some of it. I like it more when I'm not listening to a teacher talk at me and make me absorb what they're saying. It makes me want to sleep. I much prefer this. A more interactive, hands on approach to it. Or it could be I only think it's interesting right now because I should be in Trig."