Mischief Makers Behind the Blue Incident

The dormitory was quiet, save for the sound of water running from the sink and the occasional muttered complaint.

Aiden stood hunched over the basin, rubbing at his skin with a damp cloth. The drinking water dripped down his arms as he scrubbed at the lingering blue stains on his fingers, but at least it wasn't getting any worse.

"Ridiculous," Adrian grumbled, standing next to him, aggressively wiping his face.

His black leather jacket was slung over a chair, still bearing faint blue smudges from earlier. "You'd think that after all that effort, I wouldn't still look like I lost a fight with a fruit cart."

Sevan, sitting on the edge of a desk with a towel around his neck, inspected his reflection in a small hand mirror.

"I told you- if we used the tap water, we'd be blue forever. At least drinking water isn't enchanted." He dragged the towel over his face, shaking his head. "Who even thinks to curse the sinks? That's next-level pettiness."