“NO ONE’S GONNA COME ON CAMPUS IN THE STATE IT’S IN, even if we paid extra.” And, for as much elbow grease as Trey has spent actually getting the kitchen workable in the interim, he’s not interested in footing the bill, nor does he have any faith in Crowley to actually pay it. Ramshackle doesn’t keep its namesake for nothing. “I don’t think the barrier is making an exception for repairmen. Can’t really afford to lose one of the few working sinks, either.”
“I wouldn’t get too close, by the way,” Trey warns—the sink is its own warning, too, as another tug upward doesn’t quite dislodge Trey’s arm but it makes a horrid noise, something between a disgustingly-wet squelch and like something solid landed deeper in the pipes. The water that seeps from the small gap between Trey’s arm and the open drain is not a pretty color.
There’s a groan from somewhere deep in Trey’s throat. His arm is not getting out unscathed.
Head tips back to stare at the ceiling. If he had a free hand, it’d be pinching the bridge of his nose. Instead, it’s a poor attempt at letting his glasses slide back up it through gravity.
“Do me a favor?” Now Trey’s sights are set on Ace, one of the last people he’d seek for help in a pinch, but… “Back near the threshold. My mage pen’s still in the lapel.”
Trey’s reply made a lot of sense, and Ace found himself unable to argue with the point that his upperclassman had made. The campus was in a total disarray due to the events that had transpired prior to their sudden relocation. Considering Headmage’s tendency to “persuade” the students of Night Raven University into doing his bidding, there was no counting for his help. “Guess you are right.” a defeated sigh left the red-head’s lips. ”It can’t be helped. We all depend on you now, Trey.” at least it was the vice-housewarden taking care of the issue. While he might not be a plumber, he was the most responsible and competent of the Heartslabyul bunch.
“Huh? Wh-” his question was cut short by a loud, moist sound coming from the sink. Startled, he took a step back from the sink while his eyes widened in surprise. The surprise soon twisted into horror, as his ears picked up on a particularly revolting sound. “Oh dude, gross.” he states, displeased with either Trey’s choice of words, or the water that seeped out — maybe a combination of the two. “Are you sure you know what you are doing?” he questions, as the other tips back his head to look at him.
His own head turns to look towards the entrance, spotting the article of clothing that Trey had mentioned. Although he had little to no intentions of helping, he supposed there was no harm in doing something so simple ( given that his good deed could come in handy at a later date ). “On it~” he utters with a sing-song tone, taking a hold of the pen and handing it over to Trey shortly after. “Have you ever done this before?”
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