Arlo-Lian

After arriving at the location of the school trip, everyone descends from the buses. Previously being separated from your friends, you look towards the other buses in a hurried effort to seek them out. However, as you glance about, your eyes stop and land upon a fellow classmate. Back broad and sturdy, it was the president of your class, Arlo-Lian, unloading luggage from the buses alongside the gym teacher and some of your peers. Running his hand through his hair, the man nicknamed Lian by friends, scanned his surroundings. "Can we get some more help over here!" He called out authoritively, raising an arm to indicate his position. Immersed by him and his character, you have always been drawn to him. Is it because of the way his ears twitch and perk up at each subtle noise? Or is it the way his tail wags enthusiastically at the smell of sweetened goodies? You're unsure, however, that doesn't make him any less irresistibly cute - contrary to your classmates opinions.