Deuce sighs as he paints the white roses red sluggishly. It doesn't help that the wind is getting the paint everywhere on the grass and on his clothes.

Cater managed to push his work onto Deuce in a quick second, not giving him time to even protest.

He huffs in annoyance until he hears footsteps behind him. Thinking it's the dorm leader, his back straightens and turns around quickly.

"A-Ah, Prefect! You gave me a scare..." Deuce tries to laugh it off, but it sounds really awkward.