Third Floor Hallway

Libby was wandering around the hallways, looking for Max.

Christopher was sitting against a wall, head slumped forward, in a deep sleep. He hadn't been all that hungry, having eaten a full 4 courses for lunch that day. So, he just decided to skip dinner. And take a nap. In a hallway. Sure, it was rather uncomfortable, and a tad chilly, but he didn't mind a bit.

Clyde walked by, oblivious to Christopher. His mind was set on thinking about his friend Wallace, and how he was able to find someone.

Chris, who wasn't really asleep (haha), stuck his foot out and tripped this innocent passerby.

And so, Clyde tripped. He turned his head to glare at Chris. "... I challenge you to a duel tonight at eleven in the clocktower. You can bring a partner." Then, Clyde ran off worried if he could convince Wallace or not.

"... Psh."

Wallace was frolicking through the hall with his bestest buddy Clyde.

[You can only frolic in meadows.]

[i defy you.]

Clyde yawned. "Almost up for time, no kiss action, no I love you, I think you're going to pay me."

He stopped frolicking. "You called off the deal."

Clyde stared at him confused. "I did? . . .Oh. Well... Wanna make a new one?"

He shook his head. "Not really, no!" Then, resumed frolicking.

"Don't be a chicken. Money would be involved still..."

Wallace turned to face Clyde. "As if I would need any of your money! Why, I could get any career I wanted with these looks and charms!" He sparkled.

Clyde laughed. "What will you do when you're old, fat, wrinkly, and ugly?!"

Wallace pointed in Clyde's face. "That will never happen!"

"It will when you're 70!"

"And I shall still be beautiful in my old age!"

"How will you buy hair gel without money?"

"You think I used gel for this? Revolting. My hair is this luscious naturally." Hairflip.

Clyde rolled his eyes. "We could do dare bets. Loser does a horribly stupid thing."

"Like what?"

"I dunno... Like, run down a hallway screaming something stupid and/or wearing something like a tutu, embarassing yourself in front of a close friend. You know."

"... Where would we get a tutu?"