"If you're not dead, then are you undead?" Astraeus had blinked at the odd question. It seemed to have some from nowhere given that he had been asleep just a few minutes previously and to the best of his knowledge he hadn't died in his very short nap. A moment later the girl took the time to introduce herself, calling him 'Mr Undead' before pointing at him and prompting the white haired teen to introduce himself as well.
He blinked a couple of times at the whole situation. 'Well, this isn't how I imagined spending my day...' Still, after a sigh he inclined his head in the girl's -Ingram's- direction. "Astraeus Black, and last I checked I wasn't dead or undead in any form."
A smile tugged faintly at his lips for a moment. Despite the two not having spoken much, the girl seemed to be rather interesting. Perhaps a tad eccentric if her fixation on him possibly being undead was anything to go by, but he had a few quirks of his own. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Ingram." That probably wasn't necessary, but he had learned some manners from his parents, and if he was going to be in this school then he may as well make some allies. Perhaps friends should they be able to put up with his hobby of acquiring things.
"I do believe you're the first person to think of me as undead. May I ask what lead you to such a conclusion?" He may as well continue this conversation, it didn't seem likely that he would be able to continue his lovely nap now. Though Astraeus supposed he could always take one later, once the girl in front of him grew bored of his presence.
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Cian had traversed this particular set of hallways many times during his two years at the academy, and he knew that rarely anyone living ventured down them. The amount of dust the unused rooms and corridors collected, along with the cobwebs, often put people off exploring the area out of curiosity.
Cian himself hadn't dared venture down here at first, but one day he had been escaping from a group of his tormentors and the spooky hallway had seemed more inviting than turning around to face whatever his bullies had conjured up and so he had ended up running down the hallway and into one of the rooms. He later met a few of the academy's resident ghosts, but the only one he considered a friend was Bertholdt, despite the other's occasionally overwhelming personality.
The further away he got from the living students, the easier Cian found it to breathe, like a wait had been taken off of his shoulders. Alter seemed rather quiet now, though Cian was hardly going to complain. The less he heard from the other half of himself the better.
With less pressure in his head, Cian found himself able to walk without the use of the wall again though he waited a minute or so longer before pushing himself into a fully upright position. That done, he carried on down the last stretch toward the abandoned club room he hoped his friend was in.
Several quiet moments later, Cian was stood outside of the club room in question, the faded sign that marked it as '2A' the only thing that meant the teen knew for certain this was the place. Stood where he was though, he could hear Bertholdt speaking to someone and Cian found that he didn't recognise the other's voice. Though he heard so many voices during school hours that he supposed it could have slipped his mind.
Given that his friend seemed to be in conversation, he figured it would be rude to just enter unannounced. So raising his right hand, Cian knocked quietly on the door a couple of times. He was sure Bertholdt knew he was there already, still, politeness was something the green haired teen valued.