The guide let out a long sigh of relief, deflating like a popped balloon. "Oh thank god. Thank god. Just look. Alright. Okay. Okay."
He turned around quickly. "Then come with us. Stay behind the group, no wandering off. Don't touch anything that glows, breathes, or talks in Latin."
Elius followed silently.
As they walked together through the long steel corridors, Rockson nudged closer, flashing that familiar grin. "Yo, what did you do? And how'd you even find us? You dipped like a ghost."
Elius gave him a flat look. "Checked out the girls around campus. It was fun."
Rockson blinked. "You serious?"
"As for how I found you…" Elius took a deep breath, then smirked. "I smelled your chicken from a thousand miles away."
Rockson stopped walking.
"You what?"
Several students nearby burst into muffled laughter.
"No, seriously," one boy chuckled. "You said you tracked him by the smell of his chicken?"
Elius nodded.
Rockson opened his mouth to reply, but no words came. "I—how—man…"
