[center][b]Christopher[/b][/center]

“No y-ou didn’t, I w-as goi-ng to an Art cl-ass but I got lo-st, the sch-ool layo-ut still con-fuses me…”

Christopher chuckled at the boy. [b]"I know that feeling. I was expecting you'd help me out, after all.. I [i]just[/i] got in here! I have no idea of how to get anywhere."[/b] A map would've been pretty useful, but Christopher didn't know where to get one either. Probably exploring would be the best option, coming across a class by accident or something, who knows? The boy took a few steps forward, beginning to walk. He wasn't unsure if Zivy would follow him or not, but he was sure that he wouldn't just hang around the halls and talk.

[center][b]Bael[/b][/center]

What a mesmerizing place this was. Bael was feeling... different. It was such a refreshing feeling; to have someone to call a friend. A legitimate friend; even if this peculiar friend was by all means his actual foe, if you'd take a better look at it. Thinking about this was something Bael didn't enjoy, the whole idea that his friendship itself was wrong and shouldn't have happened, at all... Or should it? It was why he was here, after all. For this particular friendship...

When she asked him about the book section, he shot her a faked glare.

[b]"Don't you tell me you don't know where it is?[/b] The boy moved his hand up to facepalm, recalling that she had no memories. [b]"Oh well, it shouldn't be too hard to find, here, let's go this way..."[/b] The boy started to march forward, confident that they'd find it in a moment.