Steven let out tired and slight annoyed breath, holding a bucket, a bush and a toilet scrub while standing in front of the bath room door. He then opened the bath room doors only to be greeted with pungent odour so great that he felt his nostril begin to burn as he inhaled it.
Steven, seeing as the just the odour along was so putrid, dreaded to know what kind of unholy horrors laid waiting within the other side of those door.
Steven then let out another sigh, as he thought to himself what he did to deserve such a cruel punishment, sure roughing up a jerk like Flarick didn’t warrant such a punishment.
Steven then took in a deep breath, holding in as much fresh air as he lungs could carry before venturing in the bathroom.
A while late, Steven was busy roaming about through the academy halls, his body wreaking a pungent and putrid smell so intense he swore his nostril was blazing with an intensity no flame could ever compare to.