Raising a eyebrow, he patted his hand against his side, thinking hard over the whereabouts of the said brush. Considering that there were a few pranksters in their bunch, a question was brought up.
“Could someone had possibly…ehr—misplace your brush into the wrong pocket just to mess with your head?” The possibility wasn’t too unlikely, at least Marco had thought.
Who would do such a thing? Connie always assumed he was well-liked by his fellow trainees. Taking the brush out to scratch his head with it, the young man pondered the possible motives someone would have.
“I mean, it ain’t a really mean thing–just kinda confused me for a while,” Connie continued to press through why his brush would be in his right jacket pocket. “Maybe… someone borrowed it while my jacket was off, and put it in the wrong place?” Quickly, he checked the bristles for evidence of longer hair.
…That was honestly the most well-thought out conclusion he had drawn this week.