Ignore the noise, go down the hallway.

Dago figured that if someone was masturbating, he wasn’t about to interrupt, so he kept walking down the hallway in the boy’s dorm rooms. He didn’t see anyone for a long time, but suddenly one of the doors opened up right in front of him. He had to stop to avoid running into the door. Hakan emerged from his room, looking like he was going someplace.

“Oh, hi Dago!” he said brightly, when he realized who was standing there.

Hakan was a cheerful guy from Germany, though one wouldn’t have guessed it by looking at him. He was a couple shades tanner than Dago was and stood a couple inches taller. He had an extremely busy mouth, but that didn’t bother Dago in the least. He’d asked him out a few times and intended on finding out if he was just as talkative in bed and in exactly which language now that he was more able.

“Hey Hakan, what are you up to?” Dago said with an easy smile.

“Actually I was hoping I’d run into someone, it’s pretty lucky that it’s you!” Hakan said with a laugh.

As a mage, Dago had been rather lax with his training, no thanks to the former Head of the Order, but after he died, he lost all his magic. Most of the cover story he’d been giving everyone was that his magic simply changed unless they didn’t know any better. Thankfully, he was pretty sure being super strong and fast was possible passive magic. It was also pretty damn useful in this kind of setting.

“Oh? What do you need?” Dago asked.

“Could you come with me someplace?” Hakan asked, “I’m not entirely sure how it’ll be, so some company would be nice.”