The professor sized him up with brows furrowed in displeasure. "You did it?"

"Yes, yes." Tylian nodded excitedly, "Can I go now?"

"Go and sit down,"

"What? Why? I clearly farted. I offended you. Made everyone uncomfortable. At the very least you should chase me out." Tylian argued, desperate to flee.

"I'll simply tell your brother you didn't attend classes today," the professor said, looking serious.

Hearing that, Tylian's eyes flung wide open for a brief moment. "W-what? Y-you're the spy?"

His brother was so kind.

So fucking kind (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

"Please, sir. Let me out. I feel another big one coming. Let me break wind outside. I promise...