"You up!?"
As Nolan wiped the water from his hair with a white towel, the voice of Norgomodev called out from behind. He tossed the towel aside without a second thought.
He was already prepared for the morning.
With one swift motion, he yanked up his bag, slinging it effortlessly onto his back, then turned to look at Norgomodev, who stood by the side.
"Yes. Goodbye," Nolan said simply, before stepping past him.
"Goodbye..." Norgomodev's whisper was barely audible as the door closed firmly behind him, shutting off the room.
Exhaling loudly, Nolan wasn't too surprised to find others like him also stepping out of their doors.
Compared to him, however, they carried large travel bags filled with their belongings.
"Well, if it isn't the new prodigy of the academy, Nolan Gottschald," one of the students, a young alien with purple skin and bright, stony-purple eyes, called out to him, followed by the giggling of the others standing at their doorsteps.
