When they opened the door, the room was deserted. Well, except for a green haired boy, sitting at a desk in the corner to the left of the door. He looked like he was doodling birds and flowers. "Um… hey. Art boy!" Marc said uncertainly. Where were the others? Phineas said there was more than one, right? "Oh!" The boy said as he spun around in his chair and noticed Marc. When the boy saw Marc, he jumped out of his chair and almost ran to Marc. "Hi! I'm Bix! You're Marc, right? It's so great to finally meet you!" The boy exclaimed. "I really like flowers and wildlife too!" Ok. Wow. This was a lot more than Marc expected. Ok, so his name was Bix. Sounded easy enough. "Ok, um, hi. So, I'm guessing you already know my name, and probably my field too. Well, nice to meet you." Marc said uncertainly. "Ok, well we gotta go Bix." Phineas blurted out of nowhere. "Gotta go introduce him to A." Who was A? Oh well, he'd find out eventually. "Oh, I should come!" Bix retaliated,"Y'know, he doesn't like talking when I'm not around. Besides, we want Marc to hear his friend's voice, right?" Marc had no idea what that meant, but he went along with it. "Sure. Want to put a voice to the face as well." Marc stated. "Ok, fine. But we gotta go before nightfall, or whatever passes for night here." Phineas grumbled.
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Whilst their footsteps echoed through the seemingly endless halls, Bix was talking to Marc nonstop. He was just going on and on about anything there was to talk about, pausing only to breathe. "How long have you known we've been wanting to meet you?" "Does anyone else work with you?" "I've always looked up to you, you're my hero!" "Do you ever get lonely?" Y'know, things like that. Of course, Marc answered every question, and thanked him for every compliment. Phineas was walking further ahead of them, talking to himself and making mental notes. Even if he knew their names and fields, Marc still didn't really know them. They were still as mysterious as the others he was going to meet. Come to think of it, who was he meeting next? Sure, they kinda said their name. But a nickname doesn't make it any easier. "So, do you like drawing?" Marc questioned. He assumed he'd like drawing, as he was doodling when he came in. "Oh, no, not really. Just kinda has to do with my job, y'know?" Bix explained, "If you didn't get it earlier, I'm biology, living things and flowers and stuff!" Marc actually felt like that made sense. Green hair, biology. It fits. "C'mon, tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber, it's right here. Now let's go." Phineas yelled. So without any further action, the trio entered the hall of Astronomy.
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