[It's an early afternoon at the National Gallery in London. There are always quite a few tourist this time of the year, all sorts of odd people from the four corners of the world gathering to admire the displays. But one visitor has come a bit farther than most, or indeed any of the patrons that afternoon. And he is enjoying himself IMMENSELY more
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...well, that was undignified. Why do museums have to have such hard floors? He can't even respond with sweetly lethal force in such a public spot. And then he looks up...
Oooh. Ohhh. Because looking is one thing, but he can feel it, too.]
Wandered away from your school group, did you?
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More than wandered, to be honest. [Part of Theta feels like he should know this man but that's completely unprecedented.]
I didn't hurt you did I?
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I just bet. You're not exactly working on your A-levels, are you? [A raised eyebrow, a smirk, an air of shared secrecy... there's much to be said for such tactics.]
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You lot, you do field trips and exchange programs. We almost never leave the cit- ...grounds. [coughs] It's not encouraged anyway.
[he smiles and dusts off the Master's front before sidestepping him and heading towards the painting] Sorry again!
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