Asclepius

IX.

Parental Advisory: Strong Language

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As a King, Arlo deemed it necessary to keep in touch with everything going on inside Wellston's vicinity, from occuring events to mere rumors.

"Are you sure it's just the hair?" asked Arlo as he and Holden walked to their next class.

"I've been digging around and yeah. If you ignore students' varying bias, everything began with his change of style."

Considering how bad that greasy mop of hair was, Arlo was more surprised that it lasted for so long. While he did not have very high opinion of his fellow students, he seriously questioned the public's common sense regarding the matter.

"His hair looks good, I admit, but how everyone takes it? That's just crazy."

Arlo inwardly shook his head. Making a big fuss over a change of hair style... it was so stupid. "They are just messing around," He said nonchalantly. "Nothing unusual."

For what else could it be other than a hyperbole joke? People overreacted and dramatized things all the time. It happened.

Holden put his hands into his pockets, "I don't know man. That's what I thought at first, but..."

"But what?" Arlo paid his right hand man more of his attention. He knew the blue haired boy quite well; there must be more to this nonsense.

There was a delay, but the trusted informant spill it out regardless. "Last Friday, I found him at a new boba shop not from here. I didn't visit though, I only saw him from outside."

Seems normal enough. "And?"

"... He was with Seraphina."

Arlo halted his step. Worry latched to Holden's figure as Arlo turned completely towards his direction. He knew that look; the King demanded answer. What answer, the third year student didn't know, but he knew he had to give.

In a way, it seemed so strange to see the solitary Queen hanging out with anyone, especially without looking overly cold and bored, but no way he could say this without any backlash.

Holden gulped. He knew of Arlo's feeling towards Wellston's strongest. The taller man had asked her our multiple times only to receive cold shoulder. Putting it short, John had succeeded where Arlo had not, and Holden regretted leaking this particular info. If Seraphina heard of this--

His thought was cut brief as both turned their gaze outside towards the sound of shattered glass. From the fourth floor, they looked outside towards the school's other wing, where a boy with bismarck colored hair fell from third floor.

Beyond the broken window was none other than the Royal Healer.

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Three minutes ago.

A taller boy pushed a shorter one to nearby wall, slapping the wall above the shorter boy's shoulder. It was a perfect kabedon often depicted in school romance fictions. BxB lovers might swoon over the scene... if only the taller boy didn't scowl as if promising a quick trip to infirmary's warm bed (not like that of course).

"Uh..." the only black haired boy in school muttered. "Hi?"

"Really?" The taller boy snickered. "You are quite the funny guy, Johnny boy."

Said Johnny boy winced when the wall to his right was crushed by a single punch, the close proximity rung his ear.

"Dude...." John squinted, slightly creeped with this weirdo, "What's your problem?"