"Hey Dom. Where's Mr. Shittypants?" Kurt asked when looking around. "Don't tell me you came straight from your place to here?"
"Really Dominik? Did your girlfriend's smooches seriously scatter your brain so much that you forgot to bring the most important piece to this puzzle?" Emelie sighed as she shook her head.
"What?! No way! Where's the trust, guys? Not to brag or anything, but it's basically confirmed that I'm going to be the next chief of the prefects once Chief Hudson retires. It'd be pretty dumb of me to forget to bring our so-called 'golden ticket'."
"But, like, did you actually forget to bring him, though?" Kurt asked. "It's ok, you can tell the truth. Emelie and I won't judge. You're in a safe space."
"... I did–"
"Dominik…"
"Dom…"
"–not forget about him. He's currently being escorted here by two of my colleagues. They'll also help me sail this ship and act as minor support during this operation. Now where's my apology? Emelie, you first."
"Haaa. I'm…"
