"What do you think you are doing?" Vlad asked, his tone serious.
"Where do you think you are going?" Noah answered his question with one of his own.
Noah's blade rested against Vlad's neck from behind as he was about to jump through the window into their room.
"To the dorm, of course," Vlad replied.
"Definitely not!" Noah declared firmly. "You smell like rotten corpses. No way in hell am I letting you inside."
"Eh? The pot calling the kettle black," Vlad said, raising an eyebrow as he glanced back over his shoulder.
"Even if I didn't bathe for a month, I wouldn't smell this bad," Noah muttered, knowing exactly what Vlad was implying. "I would rather have a deathmatch with you right here than let you inside."
"Are you being serious?" Vlad's voice dropped, his eyes narrowing.
