Bryan bounced up and down, flaring his arms to the side and then closing them in a stretch.
Standing right beside him, Dorian was stretching his hips.
Both seemed to be in a very good mood; the air of celebration from yesterday still lingered.
"Good morning." Kai greeted—and participated in the stretch before the bald professor came and started the morning exercise. "Seems like today is going to be a good day seeing you two like this."
"Us?" Dorian sneered. "Look at yourself in the mirror. I can practically feel your smile through your mask."
Just as he said that, his eyes locked onto the Eventide Mantle of Lifeblood.
Under the blooming morning sunlight, it blazed like it was on fire and radiated a calming heat that seemed to massage the skin. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Dorian asked, and then nudged his chin at the mantle. "That's supposed to be worn by me."
"I don't mind, but do you think it's fine to wear it in public like this?"
