"..no."
16: Well...o-ok...
She seems terrified. August bangs on 217 and 31's door
August: Guys!? Are-are you in there!?
Some rustling was heard from inside, and the door was answered by a sweaty but clothed, limping 217.
217: "O-OH! August!"
August: O-oh...sorry I-I didn't mean to disturb you...
"Oh, it's fine!"
August bites his lip
August: quietly I got in trouble...
"Oh?"
August: Yeah...He's really mad...
"...come in."
August: ...You sure? I-I don't wanna intrude...
