Vlad sighed as he leaned heavily against the exterior wall of the school, lit cigarette in hand, exhaling the smoke from his lungs as he stares out into the horizon.

His day has been as uneventful as it could be, seeing as that the faculty hadn't assigned him to any missions. A much needed respite.

He won't deny the mental and physical toll it's been taking on him, with all the fighting and running and killing, but he'd rather tear all his skin off than ever admitting it out loud.

And today was the very rare day that he could just relax.. Though saying that was easier than actually doing it for someone like Vlad. All "stiff and cheek clenched", or whatever the hell Boris meant by that. So, it was no surprise when the sound of someone trying to silently approach Vlad didn't escape his notice.

"Need something?" He muttered gruffly, accent strong in his tone, not bothering to look up at who he's talking to.