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After the relatively unhelpful Communing with your Collar class, they were shepherded into the dining hall for lunch. Today there were Blue people at the food station. Desmond felt like he was being measured up by all of them - a lanky person with sandy hair and pallid skin, a round person with darker skin and reddish hair, and a smiling-bright person covered in freckles with their blonde hair cut very short. Even the smiling one seemed to be judging him.
“Desmond,” he offered. The first two ignored him, except to ask what sort of lunch he wanted. The smiling one bobbed a curtsy.
“Ailia. This is my third year. And I hear you’re the one that was last in?”
“Yeah.” He looked off to the side, then decided he should stop being stupid and looked back to Ailia. “So, uh, Communing with Collar class…?”
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