Word Count → 413 :: Here's a map of the Angelo's chambers they are right by the entrance :3

It baffled him slightly to say the least, but he wasn't going to push the matter for fear of what painfully stupid answers he may receive. Initially when Alexander had taken up the role of Abigor he had agreed that it was a good idea, understanding that the pale male's strengths lay in design and construction, his medical know how and motivation too limited to enter into the medic tier. That was a logical choice he could rationalise and accept; one day waking up in the middle of the night and declaring that he was swapping ranks to a cave explorer and actually following through with his words the next day was just plain random to the storm coloured male.

Still, in an attempt to stop his negative attitude that he'd apparently been taking up whenever something involved Alex, the Angelo had decided to at least try and support the idiots decision. Half asleep he rummaged around his section of the large chamber he and his family claimed, gathering all the copies of the cave maps he had, as well as anything that seemed relevant to the ghostly male's new role. Taking everything into the guest area located by the entrance to the Angelo's cave, he dumped his load upon the table and promptly moved to lounge across the small salvaged sofa, wriggling around until he found himself comfortable, eyes half closed as he fell into a light sleep to the rustling of paper as Alexander seated himself cross-legged upon the floor and began to review everything that was upon the table.

The silence didn't last long. It was a matter of minutes before the ghostly male started making complaining sounds, not quite voicing his problem but making it known he wanted the Angelo's attention. Pretending not to hear he kept his breathing steady and maintained as much of a neutral expression as he could, for there was being supportive of another choice and then doing all the hard work for them, if the idiot was serious about the task he had taken he would have to work things out for himself.

A few minutes passed and eventually the pale male caved and voiced that of which was bugging him. “Your handwriting is impossible to read” the words so unexpected caused the Angelo to open his eyes and glare at the other, before making a show of turning his back to the male and falling asleep again, deeming any form of response unnecessary.