Drake: Glancing around nervously, whispering Shit, shit. They're all fucking talking about us, man.
Noderm
nods quickly with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes.
grabs Noderm's hand, pulling him towards the locker room Come on, let's get out of here. We need to figure out how to fix this shitstorm.
Noderm
nods
marches into the locker room, pacing back and forth Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why didn't I keep my goddamn mouth shut?
Noderm
nods
rubs his temples, trying to calm down Okay, okay. We need a plan. First things first, we gotta find out who leaked this shit. narrows his eyes
Noderm
nods
crosses his arms, tapping his foot impatiently Alright, listen up. We're gonna do some fucking detective work. We'll start by asking around.
Noderm
nods
starts scanning the locker room for clues We'll look for any hints or trails that might lead us to the source of this leak.
Noderm
nods
sniffs the air, like a dog on a scent Alright, let's start by checking the bathroom. There's always some leftover trash there.
Noderm
nods
sifts through the trash bin, muttering to himself Cigarette butts, crumpled papers... nothing useful here. groans in frustration
Noderm
nods
spots a torn piece of fabric caught between the bin and the wall Hold the fuck up. This looks like a piece of clothing. pulls it out and examines it closely
Noderm
nods
frowns, realizing it's a torn sleeve from someone's jacket This could be a clue. Someone must have been in here... but why would they leave this behind?
Noderm
nods
As Drake and Noderm continue their investigation, they discover a hidden message stitched inside the torn piece of fabric.