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??? This guy seemed familiar to the nurse somehow. He didn’t see students much outside the infirmary, where the hell would he have—
Oh?
Now it made sense. That other guy. The creepy one. He’d come here just a little while ago, the connection should have came sooner.
This one carried himself a little differently, no, very differently. There was a certain tension that hung around his shoulders but it contrasted his lookalike in a different way. Maybe they were brothers of some kind? Something told Cyril they didn’t get along too well.
Well! It was none of his damn business, although the gloomy expression on this white haired student was beginning to irritate him. Cyril sneered, as he got an idea.
Quickly but surely, Cyril applied kisses to the boys cheek, then his forehead, then his nose and then—well, you probably get the idea.
After the little attack on his students face had finished, Cyril smiled a cheekily. That’d brighten him up, right? Or not. As long as he wasn’t stoic, it was fine.