Achoo!
Owen froze mid-breath.
He stared straight ahead, eyes wide, hands hovering awkwardly in front of his chest as the echo of his own sneeze caught up with him.
"…What?" he muttered, confused.
He sniffled once, experimentally. Then again.
That had come out of nowhere, and apparently caught the attention of Luca Kyros who turned at once.
"Oh!" he said, immediately concerned. "Are you feeling sick?"
The question hadn't even fully landed before Owen and all four of his friends shook their heads at the exact same time.
Perfectly synchronized.
It was honestly impressive.
Then again, even if he were on crutches or a sick bed, he and his friends would've probably still gone even if he had to roll himself here by force.
No chance they were missing this!
From the sound of those strangled words, the blond teen was sure it was his friend Mason who said, "Oh! H-he's fine! Someone's probably just talking about him!"
