[The rebellion is against his life in general, or so he'd like to think; teasing Clamor is also a fun pastime.]

I am not a suspicious person! [is Noah's final statement on the matter. Dark colours and hoods are comfortable, alright?

Eventually, someday, some time, someone is going to tell them to shut up. Right now, though, Noah is rifling through the first desk he sees in the empty classroom, looking for any hints. The rustling of papers stops abruptly once he actually looks down and realises what Clamor is talking about.]

Uh? ...no? I don't think so.

[Wait, that reminds him—]

When I woke up, it was because someone threw a rag at my face, which smelled a lot like blood. But I don't... I don't think this is blood, r-right...?

[Logically speaking, if he had stepped in a puddle of blood, the footprints would likely look a little more faded, considering how much walking they've done. Illogically speaking, this school has been nothing but bizarre so far, so maybe not. There has to be some sort of correlation to the tang of blood on the cleaning rag and the fact that he's currently tracking red footprints through the halls.

He turns white as a sheet, not that he wasn't already a pale kid to begin with, and slumps down into the desk chair. Ugh, his stomach hurts.]