Both Kurt and Dominik stood outside the prefect station and were about to enter when suddenly,
"Achoo! *sniff*" Kurt sneezed out of nowhere.
"Watch it, dude!" Dominik flinched as he took a step back, "You sick or something?"
"Nah. Someone must be talking about me. Either that or something stinks in the air. I'm allergic to bad people, you see."
"What a weird disease. Although I'd love to have that. It'd make my job in identifying criminals so much easier…"
"It was a joke. Of course I don't have such a convenient superpower. By the way, aren't you gonna bless me?"
"Bless you?"
"Thank you. Now come, let's get those forms" Kurt said and walked to the door.
"Argh I swear, this guy sometimes…" Dominik shook his head and followed behind him.
Kurt, however, abruptly stopped causing him to bump and stagger back.
"Oof! What's the deal this time?" He looked at Kurt who was looking through the glass door with a familiar death glare.
