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Plutocrat Pricks

Mariella Kuibreza

My skin tingled the moment we joined Daz and Masson down the hall. Even as I tried my best to look away from him, I found myself glancing at his eyes every so often. They were a bright caramel hue, it made him look like a sweet person.

I occasionally wiped the sweat from my palms subtly on my uniform, pinching myself in an effort to shoo the butterflies away. Daz had always greeted me with a smile. It left me with aching cheeks from doing the same ever since we had met.

Klaus walks to my left, and Daz the opposite side, with Masson, who was holding a clipboard of names, to his right. Daz explained that the F.A.R. Training underwent a change in venue, and that this week would prioritize physical activity, and the next for education. Since the campus PA system was under repair, they had to inform every volunteer personally.