Having had a relatively pleasant meeting, Ijemaru and Frahlah decided to walk with each other for a while as they examined the exhibits. Choosing the more pleasant pass time, they were doing more talking than observing at the moment.<br/><br/>"So," Ijemaru started, "You said you were here on your day off. What do you do?"<br/><br/>"Ah," Frahlah said, "I'm an acrobat in a traveling circus."<br/><br/>Ijemaru blinked, genuinely surprised. "Really? I don't think I've ever met an acrobat before. You didn't run away from home did you?" he joked, pulling off the old teen carny stereotype.<br/><br/>"No," Frahlah laughed. "My father's a fire juggler and mother is a beast tamer. I was born into the circus."<br/><br/>"They sound like dangerous jobs," Ijemaru commented. He couldn't quite picture himself doing something like that. "What kind of beasts does your mother tame? Lions? Tigers?"<br/><br/>Frahlah laughed. "As long as you know what you're doing it's not so bad. But circus animals are never taken from the wild, they're raised in the circus so they're easier to manage and comfortable around people. Mother mainly works with a bear we named Puucha. She's really quite cute and is almost like a second child to her."<br/><br/>"A second child huh?" Ijemaru asked, "I hope you don't get jealous of it."<br/><br/>Frahlah laughed again, a warm bubbling sound. "No, not really. You ask a lot of questions."<br/><br/>"Sorry," Ijemaru laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "It's a habit."<br/><br/>"Comes with the job?" Frahlah asked.<br/><br/>"That too," he laughed. "Speaking of which," he lifted his pen and pad, "would you mind giving me your opinion on the exhibit so far?"<br/><br/>"Sure," the carny teen said. They stopped walking for a moment so it would be easier for the reporter to quote him. They stopped next to an odd picture. Oftentimes cookie jars are shaped like teddy bears, and you see pictures of little boys reaching in to get a cookie. This was reversed. There was a little boy shaped cookie jar and a cartoon bear was reaching in for a snack. But instead of cookies in the boy's head was a disgusting grayish stuff with red leaking all over... It was a real boy... and that was his brain.<br/><br/>"To be honest," Frahlah started, "Some of these pictures and things scare me. Also, it seems like the artist put deeper meanings in a lot of them, but thinking about what those might be is frightening. I could not do something like this for a living, but I suppose he must like it."<br/><br/>Ijemaru copied down the boy's quote word for word then looked up. "Thanks. That's one of the most honest-sounding opinions I've heard. I think a lot of others tried to dim theirs down. Oh, and I'm not quite sure how to spell your name..." he admitted.<br/><br/>Frahlah laughed and spelled it out for him. "Thanks," Ijemaru said, jotting it down.<br/><br/>"Hey," Frahlah said, "Why are the windows closed?"<br/><br/>"Hmm?" Ijemaru muttered, looking around. The windows weren't quite closed, but he couldn't see out of them. He looked around, possibly for someone to ask, but there was no one there. "It couldn't be closing time," he thought aloud, glancing at his watch. "Let's go ask the people at the desk," he offered, leading his new friend toward the desk he'd visited not too long ago; the one by the big floor painting "___ Of The Deep".