Misha could feel his pulse just skyrocketing as he began to panic internally, his hands beginning to fidget with each other. He felt naked without it on his finger, his other fingers worrying over the tan line from the band. “I… I took it off before cleaning the, uh.. uh, wind instruments,” he mumbled, quickly crossing the room to check the area where he did that. “Блядь, Блядь, Блядь…” he cursed under his breath over and over, shuffling papers around. “It’s, uh.. uh, silver? With engravings, I just… I put it down for a moment,” he found himself rambling.
“We’ll find it,” Violet reassured with a nod, trying to soothe him in whatever way she could. She scanned the room and walked around it, lifting chairs and looking under them, but she still had no luck finding the ring. “Look,” she finally sighed in defeat, leaning against a desk, “can’t you just come back to look for it tomorrow? Maybe a student took it to the lost and found, or something. And if it’s in here, it’s not gonna be gone later.”
