As you enter the doors of Brick House School for boys, Steve awaits your arrival. After all, he was the prefect.

“Good morning. I’m Steve, your school prefect, yah?”

Based on his demeanour alone, you could already tell he was placed in a platinum podium all of his life. However, it’s best not to judge a book by its cover, right?

“This way. I’ll show you around, yah?”

He spoke, his tonality posh and somewhat obnoxious. As the pair of you began to walk, you attempt to keep up with his long strides. You can’t help out notice how he constantly seems to make a habit out of running his fingers through his hair, or adjusting a wrinkle on his uniform. Just how prissy was he?