Clenching his teeth, Tristan facepalmed himself before bowing his head since he felt the gaze of his colleagues land on his back. That announcement had birthed deafening silence. He didn't like it.
Isril bowed his own figure to match his friend's
"I knew this would happen," Tristan commented, feeling courage-deprived. His eyebrow twitched in slight annoyance, but he knew the professor would resort to that approach just as he had said.
"I guess there's no better way to teach us how not to use Kaos than to send the only person who can't.." Isril responded, slightly giggling even if he stopped to look the other way thanks to Tristan's glare.
A few seconds passed when Tristan heaved a helpless sigh, allowing his shoulders to fall. He prepared to stand.
"Don't worry, you've got this," Isril cheered, straightening his back when Tristan rose to prepare to step out.
"I hope I do."
