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They all continued to stare, stiff as a tree awaiting rainfall.

"You don\'t need one here." He explained facepalming.

"What?!" Luna exclaimed, disturbed by the loss of her one-time friend and support.

"So you mean anyone can get access to our room, now?" Lank narrowed his eyes, not liking this rule anytime soon.

"You say it like you would do the same to someone else." Mr. Zhao retorted, pointing an accusing finger at Lank.

"We could be umm... doing you know..."

Bam!

Luna\'s eyes blazed at Lank\'s crude meaning, she could understand where he was driving and wasn\'t going to let him finish his statement.

That was best kept private, even from the tongue when speaking on privacy.

Solis smiled, frankly enjoying the treatment Lank was getting. His days of enduring hits to the head from his sister were finally getting a reality check.

"Did you have to hit me?" Lank hissed at the pain he had felt, he already had enough of beating from friends for one day.

Mr. Zhao had not processed the information too well before it was interrupted.

"Could you explain what you meant by your incomplete words?"

Lank looked towards Luna, knowing the consequences that would follow if he spoke.

"No, I\'m good." He gave an eye shut smile.

Nix had repeatedly facepalmed in his mind. All he was glad about was the fact Mr. Zhao hadn\'t understood the true meaning of the little Lank had said.

"Sometimes I wonder why I chose such a degenerate as my friend." Nix hissed from the corner of his mouth through a forced smile at Lank.

"I have the same feeling," Lank whispered, rolling his eyes.

"Things are quite different from how it is in the academy. Even though it\'s a branch, you would have to realize that there is a difference between the two."

Lifting Lumina off the ground as Nix stood up, he adjusted her in his arms as he prepared to head on to the room that would be assigned to them.

"We still operate in a mixed dorm... I mean room." Lank mischievously questioned a dirty smirk on his lips as he thought of the numerous possibilities of what he could do.

He swiftly dodged the hit on the head from Luna, after she had heard his demoralized question, the need to let him know his place and when not to spout nonsense.

"Do you have a problem with that, Lank?" Mr. Zhao frowned, confused as to why he would think otherwise.

Looking down at Gia in his arms, he shook his head at the question raised.

This would be able to give him and Gia ample time to get to know one another well, and in turn a spontaneous intimacy.

He wasn\'t going to let her slip out of his grasp again, they would make good use of their time while at the organization. This was the perfect opportunity to bond.

Mr. Zhao looked at Lank suspiciously, only after a few seconds did the answer rightly click in his thoughts.

He had forgotten the possibility of those things happening while having two young adults living in an enclosed space together.

"Don\'t get any funny ideas, and play it safe." He coughed on the latter part, clearing his throat and walking towards the door that led to the hallways.

The door automatically slipped open with a soft chime, as Mr. Zhao stepped out into the hallway.

The hallway was dimly lit by several hanging, bulbous, white, spotlights, which were focused on every centimeter of the floor.

The hallway floors were made of marble. The walls also were made of tempered glass which could be morphed into opaque glass for privacy.

The ceiling was an unimaginable, intricate, marble-like pattern, which repeated itself at nearly every centimeter.

"Woah!" Nix looked upwards, amazed by the interior of just the hallways; he had once said they had enough money to spare on the academy, but the organization was on a whole different level.

"You could say that again." Lank concurred with his expression.

The hallway was lit by spotlights mounted on the walls and pointed right at the ceiling, as they focused their beams of light on the marble pattern.

There was a subtle, soft hum in the air, which was the result of a constantly running, undercurrent of the air conditioning.

"Just how I like it!" Luna said in a whisker, feeling the slight chill that came with it.

"E... easy f... f... for you to say." Solis stammered through clattering teeth, adjusting Arion\'s arm around his neck.

This had drastically reduced the warmth he had so rightly enjoyed.

Coupled with that, he wasn\'t pleased to be the one who had to drag Arion, disheartened that he had not woken up since the first incident. This left him with little arm support left so he could rub his arms to provide a little bit of countermeasure.

Walking towards the door to the rooms on the left side of the hallway, Mr. Zhao spoke once again, "open the doors."

Click!

Click!

Click!

Click!

The four doors leading to different rooms fell open.

All four of their mouths hung open at how the technology was indeed advanced.

"Mr. Zhao," Lank began once again, confused by something that had just popped up in his mind. He hated himself for thinking in such a way, but this was the only time he had to address this issue.

"Yes, Lank?" Mr. Zhao\'s brows twitched furiously at the number of questions he had been asked over the span of a few minutes by the same person.

"Not again..." Luna shook her head and sighed.

"You know the way you had just spoken and the doors instantly opened," he paused, already guilty of the sort of question he was asking and where it was leading, just like the previous ones.

"Yes?" Mr. Zhao stressed the word, already fuming at where it would lead.

"I swear it\'s nothing lewd." Lank shook his hand in a bid to explain himself.