The sun hung high in the sky, clouds scarce in the big blue expansion and allowing the giant star to cast warmth down onto Cherryton fully. The air was warm and carried the many combined scents of their animal peers and the school atmosphere.

Bill was lounging outside on one of the benches, leaning against the back with his arms propped over the back. A juicebox of sweet apple juice was in his hand, flimsy material slightly crushed in his clawed grasp with a crooked straw, retrieved from the lunchroom.

He was busy scrolling through his phone to pass the lunch period. Aoba had a class to attend for extra lessons, and his other friends shared the same similar business, leaving him to entertain himself.