[Xiaolang isn't hugely enthused about the exhibit either (or much into art, for that matter), but extra credit is extra credit, and getting to spend the time with family is always nice. He stays close to the Modern Living section, scribbling observations in his school notebook, not minding if Li-Na heads off to see something that interests her more. After all, this wasn't her homework, so she didn't need to be stuck there with him.
The sound of her voice echoing from a further gallery gets his head to snap up, however, nerves on alert. That was never a good sign. He rushes as fast as he can to the room--
-- only to be bypassed by a prancing girl about his age, done up in a tutu, and... cast in bronze? No, that couldn't be right. His eyes follow the metallic girl and she makes her exit, clearly befuddled, before turning his attention back to Li-Na, and the... weirdly empty frames.]
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The sound of her voice echoing from a further gallery gets his head to snap up, however, nerves on alert. That was never a good sign. He rushes as fast as he can to the room--
-- only to be bypassed by a prancing girl about his age, done up in a tutu, and... cast in bronze? No, that couldn't be right. His eyes follow the metallic girl and she makes her exit, clearly befuddled, before turning his attention back to Li-Na, and the... weirdly empty frames.]
Li-Na? What's going on?