28 - Mash Burnedead, Kat Ride and the Puppet Master (3)

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[POV CHANGE | FINN]

I was anxious when Kat had come and made a somewhat affectionate advance, her chin on my shoulder, but when she moved I did get disappointed as she positioned herself from the loud red head and quiet bluenette. I became touched once more when she placed a bag of treats on the table for us, only flinching when she mentioned there were more for three others in the bag. I got frustrated again at Lance's confident proposal that soon turned into embarrassment, as she questioned his intentions while mentioning Lemon's consistent proposals.

I only jolted and turned my head to face the door as Lemon came crashing in, shouting about something awful before she paused. "Four men...only me and Kat...How could you?!" I flushed slightly at her words, soon bursting out in frustration, "We didn't do anything! You're the one who came in here!" She pouts slightly, looking like she wanted to drag Kat over to her as she speaks up once more, "Oh, I forgot! Everyone, come with me!"

Her sudden burst had us all soon following her out of the room, the blonde automatically clinging onto Kat's arm as we walk. "Here's a little treat for you." Kat's voice came out as sweetly as ever, a little goodie bag being placed into Lemon's hand, the girl making a noise of excitement as she gushes over the little treats. I purse my lips as we soon reach the spot Lemon was bringing us to, my gaze lingering on the strawberry blonde.

"What is that?" Dot questions, the six of us standing in front of a scale, the different dorm names placed on different parts of the scale, golden coins resting on the different holders. "This magic scale displays how many gold coins each dorm has. Look closely." Lemon explains, pointing at the scale, her right arm still wrapped around Kat's left one. "Lang Dorm has most of the gold coins. We have only one, and that's Mash's coin... Since this year, Lang's been nabbing the other dorms' coins.

"Other Adler upperclassmen who could stop them are away from school on internships. Lang believes in an exclusionary system where the pure are on top. If this keeps up, they'll produce this year's Divine Visionary. Orca cares more about research than competition. Which means...it's up to us Adlers to put a stop to their plan." Her explanation is detailed and long, Kat soon patting her head gently, "Thank you for explaining, Lemon, you're amazing."

The praise and compliment makes the blonde blush brightly, her face soon landing onto the taller girl's arm. The interaction making me shift slightly in irritation, watching as the girl comments once more after lifting her head up, "So, we're counting on you, Mash! You better not let Kat get hurt!" The encouragement rolled off the girl's tongue swiftly, Mash responding with a nod, replying quickly, "I would never let her get hurt, those guys won't get their hands on her like they want."

The interaction making Dot growl in frustration as the two girls relied on the black haired boy. "I see...we must eliminate Lang for my plan to succeed." Lance spoke up first, my form standing off to the side as Kat positions herself beside me, Lemon still next to her as the other two boys make their comments, "It seems so. | Yeah, let's kill them all!" I deadpan as I stare at the three, commenting with a halfhearted sigh, "Good luck with that..."

"We can just mentally manipulate them into doing our will." Kat's innocent suggestion made me give her a slight glance, my eye twitching as she gifts an innocent smile to the group. "These muscles will flex...in the name of peace." Mash was confident, clenching a fist in front of himself as Kat tilted her head to the side as she ignored my concerned glance. "We got this, everyone!"

~•~•~ [POV CHANGE | KAT] ~•~•~

I stand in an owl hut next to Mash, the boy holding a bucket and a broom as I shift from side to side, recalling the Headmaster's words about out punishment, "Though I tacitly approve of your actions, my position requires that I give you some form of light reprimand. Therefore, you both are to clean the owl huts for a week!" He had laughed at his own suggestion, seeming to give me a look as he gave the condition.

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