"Yo."
Walking closer to the chair, Azariah slapped Aimar's back as he took the seat beside him.
"Stop doing that," Aimar snarled, glaring at him, anger clearly visible in his eyes.
"Did something happen?" Azariah asked, frowning as he noticed it immediately.
Aimar looked a lot more pissed than usual.
"It's nothing important," he replied, letting out a tired sigh.
Even though doubtful of his words, Azariah silently nodded his head as he looked forward.
They sat at the very back of the arranged chairs, but the stage was still clear to them.
The murmurs of students filled the entire place as Azariah tried to find familiar faces within the crowd.
But he could hardly find anyone.
Giving up on that, he turned to look at Aimar. "Are you sure you won't be participating?" he asked.
Aimar shook his head in response. "I don't want to, and please don't force me, Azariah."
