"M-My lady, are you sure that what happened to your room was not on purpose?"
Gukasho, who was munching the salmon sandwich tiptoed and leaned towards her. He covered his mouth doubled the size of his fist-like eyes and whispered towards Crescent, who was fidgeting while watching her father walk around the room.
Debris was scattered on the tiled floor. The crumpled furniture lay like broken toys smashed by a child's tantrum. The wallpapers were torn as if a werewolf visited her overnight – though she did not know if werewolves existed in the Ambivalent Dormitory.
Cent barely shrugged her shoulders. "The Basilisk smashed my balcony in the middle of the night. The next thing I knew, I was so pissed off that I could beat anyone before me to a pulp. Do you know the saying never pull a prank against a newly awake person? Well for me, it is to never pull a prank against a sleeping Halfling."