Allen held it in.
He doesn't really want to turn into his Crimson Blood Warrior persona right now, especially in the middle of a throng of students. For an hour straight, he suppressed his anger and annoyance at Zeke's pompous and ear-bleeding blather. Not only did he become an object of insults, but he's also forced to lie the whole time. He'd also been dodging his questions and inquisitive stare like a star player in a dodgeball game.
Putting distance seemed to be tiring for the enervated host for now.
"Hey, Allen. What's this?" Zeke suddenly inquired, pointing at a certain poster on the bulletin board.
"That's... the Performers Circa Club. They're conducting a play," Allen answered, relieved that he finally changed topics.
