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MISSION TWO
a sudden dilemma: the priest harbors evil intentions
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"Vice Principal Clopeh...?"
Alver voiced out hesitantly, like asking for an affirmation on the man's identity who appeared out of the blue.
Not like he actually needed any. In the school grounds, who wouldn't know the identity of the vice principal of the Roan Academy?
His hands remained still awkwardly in the air - where he was holding Cale's delectable lunchbox (but it was given to him so in the technicality of things, it should be his now right?).
Although before he could even get a taste of that fancy lunch, it was snatched away from him in just a snap.
The culprit?
Well...
His blue eyes pointedly stared at this - who he internally dubbed as - a mushroom man. Someone who would suddenly emerge from nowhere. The lunchbox in question was noticeably in the older man's possession.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Alver noticed how Cale frowned as soon as this man arrived.
Cale, you're with me, right?
It wasn't often that his friend would give him something that doesn't require any kind of compensation and yet...
The audacity of this man!
His position notwithstanding!
This is straight-up bullying! An abuse of power! Robbery in broad daylight!
You tell him, Cale!!!
Contrary to his thoughts, his friend merely clicked his tongue.
The blond furrowed his brows, confusion swimming in his gaze. It turned thoughtful after a moment as he finally lowered his hands.
Aish, even the spoon was deprived from him...
Alver met the vice principal's stare head-on. For some odd reason, the man seemed to be gnashing his teeth.
Huh.
He looked constipated. He idly noted.
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"Crossman."
Clopeh Sekka icily hissed out.
His hold on the lunchbox tightened. His knuckles were almost white and shaking at the very thought of...!
However, he restrained himself. Barely.
Not in front of his Cale. At that reminder, Clopeh managed to quell his rage.
He removed his gaze away from the blond bastard, automatically gravitating towards that pure white color. His green eyes brightened at the sight of Cale Henituse and his hair as white as snow.
The exact same shade as his own brilliant white hair.
He let out a dreamy sigh.
"My dear Cale! Your hair is as breathtaking as usual! Truly a beacon of light in this dark and bitter world!" The words flowed like a river - boundless and true.
It was a reflex at this point.
But he didn't mind.
It was only right. Who wouldn't want to praise his perfect Cale anyway?
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