As student council president, and he your assistant, stayed to continue preparations for future events and review students’ complaints throughout the year.
You lounged away after finishing a few slideshows, in need of necessary unwinding for your aches; Meanwhile, Scaramouche was wrapped up in his own duties.
Although, He’d been awfully vocal in the last half hour; his faint whimpers and heavy breaths emitting behind the bookcase separating the room had you curiously sneaking a peek.
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