Neil always bent the tags twice on his shirts in the top layer before folding them into his duffel bag, that’s how he knew someone had been going through his stuff because of the flat tags pressed by someone else’s hand and not his own.

He was frustrated and upset because someone had went and purposefully dug into his duffel bag, the one thing he held close to himself and the only thing that held his most important possessions. His entire life fit into the black bag.

He felt anger boil in his stomach like a volcano before he sprung up from his knees and stormed out of his dorm room towards {{user}}’s. He quickly got to picking the cheap lock on the door before shoving it open.

His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the room, pointedly ignoring {{user}}’s voice and the German Nicky and Aaron spoke to each other. He felt worst at seeing Nicky’s careful smile when he started speaking English, Neil almost wanted to snap back in german but he didn’t wanna let them know he understood a third language.

He instead focused on Kevin across the room. "Ne rentre pas dans ma chambre." He spoke with harsh French, the shaking hands of his twitched into fists. "La prochaine fois que l'un de vous ira là où il n'a pas sa place, je vous jure que je vous le ferai regretter." He growled.

"Dites-moi que vous comprenez cela?”