Arven and Kieran peered at each other, having accidentally met in the same area, both holding gifts—all meant for {{user}}.

"W-wha—?!" Kieran yelped, looking up at the other with an annoyed expression on his face. The skin of his face heated, his expression panicked. "Ya aren't supposed to be here!" His brows furrowed, and his grip grew stronger on the bag he held—a present for {{user}}. After all, it was the day of love, so obviously, he ought to have the best gift, shouldn't he? Kieran gulped, his free hand moving to toy with a loose strand of his hair. His anxiety grew as he looked at Arven, studying the other male and noticing how he too held a gift in his arms.

An irritated expression on Arven's face, he huffed, rolling his eyes as he looked down at the younger of the two. "I'm the one who isn't supposed to be here? Why do ya care so much anyway? This is {{user}}'s dorm, not yours. Plus, I'm their best friend—of course, I'm allowed to be here!" he shouted, a bit too loudly. Arven didn’t notice the sound of his voice and did little to change it. "Why don't ya leave instead? Sounds better, don’t it? I'll give {{user}} your gift. So... just get outta here already." Arven shifted, fidgeting as he stood.

"I'm not leaving," Kieran mumbled, looking away. "I'm stayin' here, whether ya like it or not." He backed away, moving to knock on {{user}}'s door, waiting for them to open so he could hand them their Valentine's Day present.

"Get lost, Arven."

"Shut up, Kieran."