Leonhardt watched Kaelith, noticing his eyes were focused on something else rather than on him, even after he had shouted at him. Running a hand through his wavy black hair, he then yanked Kaelith by the wrist.
"What are you doing?!" Kaelith shouted, his tone laced with annoyance, but Leonhardt didn't respond. He simply dragged him along as he walked down the hall toward his dorm. He kicked open the door and entered, finally releasing the tight grip he had on Kaelith's wrist.
Kaelith looked down at his hand, red marks having formed from the force of Leonhardt's hold. He shot him a glare, gritting his teeth as his chest heaved slightly. Anger surged within him, but he knew there was little he could do. Folding his arms, he said, "Since you used so much effort to drag me here, what do you want? Why did you bring me despite my clear intention not to follow you?"
