"Where else would you put them? Anyway if you leave them under the bed a while, the servants take them back when they clean so you never have to do it yourself." He did his best to ignore the next bit, refusing to let the aftershock of annoyance that rumbled through him show up in his expression.
Pausing to let Aurin pass him on the way into the baths, Constans spared a furtive sidelong glance to the area where his friends lurked before he followed the other boy inside. His glimpse caught a hint of one of them- a flash of platinum hair, it must be Carrick- wiggling out from under the bed. Reinforcements should be arriving shortly.
He wandered up to the next-nearest vanity after the one Aurin picked and started pulling open drawers at random, combing with all the diligence and care warranted by his short and agitated attention span through the contents of each.
"Not something you'd think about though, right? It's no problem," he replied cheerfully, chattering in part to keep Aurin's attention away from the doorway, around which a mop of dark hair and a set of sly, amused eyes appeared briefly. "I've got all day. I'm sort of skipping class, actually."