“Don’t touch that, low-born! As if we’d allow a commoner such as yourself to touch it before Lord Astro!” shouts one of his retainers, as he pushes the kid away from the device, to which I feel compelled to intervene.
“What in the world are you doing?”
“You must agree that having his filthy hands touch the device before Lord Astro does would be an affront towards him.”
“Social status has no value within the walls of this institution.”
“Ah well, not like it matters much, does it? Astro, I will allow you to touch it first. Your heritage grants you this privilege.”
…Sometimes I feel like I need to remind Gregory of the rules that this institution is meant to uphold.
“I don’t really mind, so by all means,” says Sirius.
“Heh! That’s how it should be.”
Now I wonder who’s the actual child
