Max and Dorian were inside the closet, completely in the dark. Surrounded by far too many clothes.
Max tried to adjust himself between the garments, looking for a good spot to peek through the crack.
Dorian, beside him, was struggling to breathe.
"…this itches…" he muttered.
He scratched his nose.
"…I think I—"
He froze. His expression changed.
Max looked at him.
"…no, Dorian. Don't."
Dorian raised a finger.
"…I'm going to—"
He inhaled.
Max reacted instantly. He activated the ring of absolute silence.
And—
"ACHOOO!"
The sneeze was brutal. It covered a luxurious coat next to him in mucus. Dorian smacked his head against a wooden board piled with more clothes.
Max glared at him.
"…you're disgusting."
Dorian wiped his nose.
"…thanks for the trick."
He smiled.
"…you saved me."
Max shook his head.
"…you should've gone under the bed."
Dorian chuckled.
Footsteps echoed outside the room. The door opened.
Max tensed.
"…he's here."
