Topic: Chapter 1
"Should we take her to Gala again?" Rosetta murmured.

"Let's. You grab under her arms and I'll take her feet." Rodwell suggested.

"That won't be necessary." Rosetta hoisted the girl a little into the air and snatched her with both hands under her back and knees.

"Man I guess I don't know your own strength." The squirrel chimera itched his scalp, a bit perplexed.

The doctor's office incased you in an invisible block of ice the instant the door turned ajar. Fortunate for all three students, their uniforms provided enough warmth for interior coldness as well.

Roddy became addicted to pressing the clerk-bell on the stainless steel counter.

"Well, well, don't you all look smashing?" A voluptuously figured nurse swayed her hips innocently as she entered the room.

The nurse was also a member of Rosetta's old tribe but that was also a confidential relationship no one else should know.

Soon, the character relative to Rosetta who manifested before them in impatient struts but soon her face softened. The woman looked far more mature compared to Rosetta?s cute chastity.

Her name was Gala, obviously. The lady's scrawny burgundy hair ran no longer than shoulder length. Lime green markings stained each cheek. A nurse's cap crowned her bushel of hair. Her nurse apparel reached only to the invisible equator of her thighs. She had slender horns curled backwards with broad horizontal stripes running along.

No one ever profiled Rosetta as being related to Canon or Gala because her barren cheeks lacked marks. The marks on Canon's face were blunt-edged and fuschia, as opposed to the lime green sharp-points on Gala's face. How dull or sharp the markings were represented the personality of individual.

Rodwell felt no romantic relationships with this figure. She was a bigger sister or even a secondary mother however.

"Phillis, again?" The woman gawked.

"Yes." The two sophomores collectively answered.

"She really has the hots for you, doesn't she?" The nurse elbowed Rodwell, jesting.

Rodwell had no desire for this meek girl. A boy with a reputation such as his was no ideal lover for the hopeless virgin. Or perhaps, that's made him appeal to her in the first place. Another girl had a place in his heart, however.

"Well!" Rodwell retorted, furiously blushing, "I have no desire to date her or whatever. If I wanted a girlfriend who's unconscious most of the time I'm with her, I'd rather become a necrophiliac."

"Nasty!" Rosetta writhed.