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.