maddoxfmâ:
one would think that after a month of being in the place, maddox would have learned his way around campus, but it seemed like he had no such luck. finding his way out of a forest in the middle of the night? no problem. finding his art history class in one of the buildings beside his dorm? impossible. if this was just a regular school, he wouldnât really care - in fact, heâd still be chilling in his dorm room until he eventually got kicked out of the place - but he couldnât mess up this opportunity. heâd have to ask someone, and trust that theyâd point him in the right direction, and not into some portal to hell. it hadnât happened to him yet, but a person could never be too careful. âhey. can you help me out with something? itâs not anything gross this time, i swear.âÂ
Aslyn had books tucked under her arm while she was headed off to the next class of the day. She was hoping this one ran smoother than the last. Halted by a familiar voice she smiled in his direction. âDunno Maddox...can I really trust that?â she teased. âIâm joking. Whatâs the matter?â













