Larse had plenty of time to get to the Stuco room and deal with things that needed to be done. Larse was usually second to arrive in the room. He would be first, but Odette would always beat him to this with her willingness to do things. There was a funny story to go about Larse becoming the president of the Student Council. You see, at the start of this year, Larse had taken a tour of the place by himself. What did he find? Utter chaos in what should be the most structural, steady of rooms and organizations. Appalled, and finding it utterly unacceptable, he practically smacked the former president with a rolled up newspaper, kicked his ass out with his foot, and started to reform things.

He had spent the entire day coming up with proper schedules and procedures that needed to be followed. What came of it? The former president being shamed, and the others coming to a consensus that he should be the new ‘leader’ of the group and thus Larse led a fast tracked life to popularity because of it. He wasn’t prepared for it and knew he didn’t deserve it in his mind. People were so fickle and could like anything with poor information or lacking actual experience with handling them in person.

Larse had a box with him while he strolled to the Student Council Room. On the surface of the box was a well-crafted title called ‘The Old Moon’ with a crescent moon design upon it for added appeal. It was quickly becoming apparent to the student body that he owned the café and the popularity of its location and homey atmosphere.

Thus, Larse placed the box on a table and allowed himself to partake a sweet or two with him to his desk. One was placed down gently on Duckie’s desk. With coffee in hand, he took a sip of it when he sat down. “Early again?”

And that was all to be said.