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Varian was going to drive her insane in a very short time, Aletea was certain. The little blonde boy was sitting on a bench at the moment, his expression and posture simply radiating superiority as he watched people walk by.

Taking a quick glance around, then at Varian, she decided on something.

"Varian, I have to go pick up some things - do you mind waiting here?" the child simply raised one scornful eyebrow at her, which she took as an affirmative.

"Ok, just stay here!"

And then she scurried off to go run her errand. Nobody was likely to bother Varian in such a crowded area, even if his superior attitude didn't scare them off.

The busy little street filled with shops was quite interesting, but Varian had to look somewhat strange. A small blonde child that made people do a double-take to check gender, wearing a white yukata.

For a moment, Varian simply stared at the hyperactive child who had bounced in front of him. Shock that anyone would have the nerve to bother him, anger that someone would intrude on his personal space in such a rude manner and - well, he was just generally irritated. But that was just the way the little fae tended to be when other people were involved.

"Don't you have any concept of personal space?" The words were spoken in a demanding tone, and those blue eyes were narrowed at the larger boy.

The words themselves were rather eloquent for his age - but that was just the sort of person Varian was. Anything that made him appear more cultured and sophisticated then other people were things that he took full advantage of - such as language.

Varian could just feel his lip curling in disgust as the other boy continued to yammer away. It seemed he'd have to be a bit more blunt to get his point across here, as Zack seemed completely oblivious to how Varain felt in this matter.

"Varian. And go away."

If the other fae had met him in some way that was less intrusive, and if he had been more sedate and polite - well, he might have been willing to carry on a conversation. But with what the vain fae saw as a breach of manners - just leaping into conversation and intruding on his personal space - automatically caused him to reject the other.

His sweeping hair slipped over his shoulder as he tilted his head to glare at the other boy, as if trying to make him go away through sheer intensity. On most people, it would work...but Zack hardly seemed like a normal person.

Varian could feel himself becoming more and more frustrated with this other boy - though if he had bothered to think about it, the comment he made was true: he wasn't exactly what you could call happy. This other boy - who had yet to introduce himself - had barely slipped out of his happiness at telling him to go away.

"Of course it's a nice name. Do you even have one?" This was spoken with that irritation and a slight bit of haughtiness as he eyed the other boy. The fact that Zack had yet to introduce himself, simply proved (in Varian's mind, anyway)that he didn't have much in the way of manners. But seeing as how the other was so persistant, it was unlikely he'd get him to go away.

All the same, that didn't mean the little blonde fae had to be friendly.

((Hehe, don't be offended by Varian...he'll be like this with pretty much everyone >.>;; ))

Varian paused for a moment. The other had introduced himself? Well...he was probably too appalled by someone just babbling on that he had missed it - or Zack had spoken too quickly for him to catch it. The vain fae refused to even consider what the older boy had suggested - that he had a short-term memory - or that he wasn't paying attention. He was quite happy to lay all the blame on Zack.

Though now it seemed that Zack wasn't quite as rude as he had thought. He was still rude, yes, but not as extreme. That still didn't mean that the blonde wasn't irritated, however. Honestly, the constant stream of words coming from Zack just seemed to run together, until it looked almost like those blue eyes were glazing over.

Snapping himself out of that, his increasing irritation was showing quite nicely on a rather sour expression. Having already tried - and failed - to make Zack go away through a few different methods, he decided to attempt another: walking away.

So he hopped up off the bench, and strolled over to the art gallery that happened be right by there. His logic was that if Zack did follow him, he'd probably get kicked out for making too much nosie. Then Varian could enjoy himself, as he really cared little about Aletea telling him to stay there.

Of course, he'd forgotten about one thing: art galleries didn't tend to like children walking around unsupervised. If Zack was thrown out, Varain was likely to be as well.

Simply leaving without answering questions was most certainly rude - but the little fae would simply respond with something along the lines of desperate situations calls for desperate measures. And of course, he had a standard for everyone else and a different standrad for himself.

Varian wasn't certain whether to be irritated or mollified that Zack had quieted down. At least he was more bearable at this volume...so he chose to fall somewhere inbetween,

"My guardian will know where I am," was the first murmured response the blonde gave. And it was true - after seeing that he was gone, Aletea would likely assume he'd gone into the art gallery. She'd be irritated with him, and scold, of course - but he was already able to tune that out into a slightly annoying buzz.

And next, he fixed an appraising eye over the older boy as he continued to speak bluntly in that quiet tone, "I hadn't realized you could be quiet."

Of course, he had only know the boy for a short time, but he didn't bother to factor that into his appraisal.

((It's alright ^.^))

Varian was beginning to feel more and more off balance, as Zack went further from what he had been expecting. He hadn't known him long, but already he had formed a firm opinion of the older boy - that he would be loud and not care about anything in the gallery. But he wasn't acting like that...

So he just gave a muttered response, confused. "Yes, it's pretty.." Well, at least the blonde wasn't being outrightly hostile now, "And yes. Or at least, to places like this."

Though truthfully, he hadn't been to this specific gallery before. There were a couple that actually didn't mind him being there, as he was there often enough they knew him. And unluckily for the two children, a worker had just spotted them - and wasn't of the opinion that children should be in a gallery, much less without supervision.

The man didn't say anything at first, merely glowering down at the two children.

Varian was honestly beginning to find difficulty in keeping up with the rate at which Zack spoke and changed topics. Though the vain little fae had begun to respond with a yes, before he noticed the worker who was glowering at them. He could already tell that they were going to be kicked out - he'd had some experience with people who didn't like children being in these sorts of places.

Almost automatically, his expression shifted to a more haughty and arrogant one, and he somehow seemed to be looking down his nose at the worker. Despite the fact that he was more then a foot shorter, he still managed it.

"Children shouldn't be in here!"

Was the hushed yet angry voice that scolded them. Already, the worker was making shooing motions towards the door, making his intent obvious.