"You can't be on a sinking ship cursing out people on land"~U.F.R.
Vasilisa Smirnov.
I was pretty sure my annoyance could be sensed from miles away. If the scowl on my face didn't give enough hint, then I didn't know what would. The edge of my binders dug into my breasts as I walked briskly through the evercrowded hallway. Alexei walked slowly and deliberately behind me, his arms in the pocket of his cardigan.
I could still vividly remember the shock on my face when I saw Alexei at the dining table earlier this morning, clad in red. I mean, it was fine if he wore his usual black or maybe added a simple touch of blue or green like army colored pants or something, but no—He had to wear red.
