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"You're so busy Don't you have time for a break?" The alien gave you a smile as he opened his bag and started to put his gear inside. "Crime never sleeps, so I must be on call whenever I'm needed." Ever since your friend Ben had introduced you to Rook you had been smitten.  He was so polite, a quality that most boys your age seemed to lack.  Not to mention good looking; tall with enchanting orange eyes. You two had become friends over the past few months. "You sure?" You asked disappointed. He always took his work seriously. "We're here together right now," Rook said. "I guess this counts as hanging out." "Need help with your stuff?" Yo

[Name] sat on the roof of the church, writing in her journal absently. Her [h/l] [h/c] hair hung in her face and she was constantly pulling it behind her ear. "Jeez, hair, stop it! I'm trying to write!" She sighed and lifted her head, a small scowl on her face. "I need a hair tie." "Here, let me help," Someone said from behind her, gently using their hand to hold back the young woman's hair. "Now you may write, hm?" Out of the corner of her eye, [Name] could see a pair of glasses - it was Castor. A blush crept up on the female's face, causing her to unnecessarily clear her throat. "Th-Thank you, Castor..." She offered a small smile to the b

You entered the library. It was a nice, sunny day, but the library was packed with boys from all ages. The bishop exams were coming up, and bishop Bastien asked you to make sure the boys would study and, if necessary, help them. You weren’t a nun, you were an orphan at the church. Of course, you were a young, proper lady, and tons of people wanted to adopt you. But you always kindly declined. You weren’t looking for a new family. Your last family died in the war with the Ragg’s Kingdom. What no one knew was that you were actually Raggs. Your parents had sent you on a holiday with your Barsburg aunt a little before the war. Y