𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖞

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Today is the worst day in your entire existence, career, life. Why? You spent all night working on a barge of commissions and missed first period, sleeping.

Currently, you're trekking your way to history, when a certain huntsman interrupts you.

"Ah-Créateur de mode, you look positively horrible. What happened to your perfect skin?"

You two aren't exactly on good terms as your younger brother is in Pomefiore and he once came upset and exhausted after the first day.

However, 𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙠 believes you are friends and
may (definitely) stalk your Magicam account,
along with some fan named
𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙚?

"Not the time Rook-"

"..."

"I'm heading to class"

Surprisingly, you made to history without much turmoil. However, you definitely knew you were being watched.
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Finally, you made it to lunch. Having plans of gossiping with your brother while barely eating, only for them to be ruined by a certain 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧—again.

The way Rook and Vil were staring and whispering was suspicious and frankly, terrifying.

Being in considerably the most bone-chilling dorm on campus; 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙖. It's routine to hear rumors and always be center-attention—added your "extracurricular activities" wasn't helping.

Deciding to just ignore them as you had a bigger problem to worry over; restocking supplies.

You had to meet up with Mr. Crewel, and the campus shop keeper; Sam about an agreement regarding the profit of your product.

As you struck a deal last year, where you would be allowed to sell your projects for the low price of five percent of profit.

Opting to skip lunch you made your way down to Sam's shop.

"Good afternoon"

Your greeting seemingly caught the man off-guard.

"Ah..afternoon, little imp. What brings you by this time—Materials maybe?"

"I'm here to discuss my funds; per Mr. Crewel suggestion."

And the conversation went on without out hitch and, or problem. You even had time to relax and sketch up a draft.

Taking in the peaceful atmosphere and rare silence. You were finally able to admire the beauty of the school, sliding down the nearest wall in the vacant halls.

You took a much needed break before the inevitable chaos ensues.

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"Finally, something manageable." said (n).

At last, the (hair colored) boy made it to his most enjoyable subject; PE. Having extra limbs made the whole experience bearable.

After being given the green light by the coach, (n) started the usual routine warmup. Only he had a certain partner, 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝.

Floyd was a certified pain to work with, and his annoying nickname did not help the situation.

"Hmm.. crabby-san. You're my partner now" said Floyd, stating the obvious.

"Yes, sadly for me we are partners. Now hurry up and let's get this over with" (n) replied, already dreading this experience.

To put it briefly, (n) and the leech twin ran laps and analyzed each other's personal performance.

It was honestly as normal an experience can be with the considered psychotic twin.

Although you could have sworn you felt something staring you down.

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Hello dear reader,

Once again this chapter is shorted than regular. I wanted to aleast have something before I get busy with school and such. I'll try to write more but it might be a bit before we see each other again.

<3