“Yep… haven’t visited it yet… but it’s on the map I think.” He shrugged. “Me bet is… it’s gonna be as creepy as everything else down here. I mean, the academy has a certain aesthetic don’t you think?” He chuckled.
“Yeah, definitely a possibility.” He grinned. “Would have done the same myself.” Yep and he would have probably had already, if had any alternative of course. He wondered why most of the rich kids at school hadn’t already found somewhere else to finish the year. Sure Broadripple was renowned, but many of them could go wherever they wanted right?
“I guess, we can google it or something…” He mused. A bit of history couldn’t hurt. “Or I dunno, check it if they have something at the library.” Was he beginning to sound like those nerds from Unsolved? Yep, maybe… Whatever.
He gave a pat on Milo’s back and another chuckle escaped his lips. “Just if you are stoned out of your mind man.” Which in hindsight, was not exactly impossible. “Ehi, you know what? We can take a look around right? If you’re done unpacking… You know, check the lay of the land or something…” Why not? After all it was not like they have much else to do and he has to find a place to hide his stash, no way he was gonna keep the MJ in his shared dorm. “Come on, take your ass out of the window, you can definitely use a walk.” There was a grin on his lips as his next pat on Milo’s back was almost strong enough to unseat him from his perch.
“Deal.” Domenico smirked. Yep, like if he actually could do that. “Fuck, I wish we could bring our rides… I mean, I guess my baby is safer at the academy, but I wouldn’t feel struck if I know I could catch my bike and go to town whenever right?”
“If you’re talking about its ‘spoiled kids’ aesthetic then yes, I do.” Milo joked. Of course he knew what he meant, the academy had a somewhat morbid feeling to it. It wasn’t just about the stories and rumors he had heard through all three of his years spent there, it was something else he could never quite put his finger on.
Milo eyed him up and down, he stared at him as if he had grown another head. “What part of me says ‘let’s go a hike and have a picnic in the park while we’re at it’?” Milo was not an outdoors person, he liked to spend his fair share of time outdoors when it was night time but only when he decided to, being forced to sleep in the middle of nowhere was not his idea of fun. “Oh, I see.” He smirked. “What? You need a place to hide your stash?” He was already putting out his cigarette and getting out the window. “Fine, but if I get killed by a wild rabbit or something make sure there’s no memorial.”
Milo hid what was left of the cigarette back in his shoe, he’d save it for later. “Keep on dreaming.” He said bitterly. “I wish we had a way out of here too, man.”
