"Ugh.. i hate it." Miri declared, taking a seat at the desk next to you, exuding his usual gloomy and unhappy demeanor. The idea of enduring another class session seemed unbearably dull to him.

Ever since Miri transferred to this school, you two had been talking—or more accurately, he pestered you, seemingly enjoying annoying you. Now, he leaned his shoulder against yours, seeking comfort.

"Should we skip class and grab something to eat? I'm terribly hungry." Miri proposed, tilting his head in your direction. He had money from the Church today, allowing him to afford a meal.