"Heh..." Chaloh chuckled. He got no response from the girl besides an akward, perhaps examining stare... The thought made him uneasy.

This girl had always been something else. From what he gathered, she never spoke to anyone and was considered snobby by the snobs. Chaloh always knew that the H-Class developed a superiority complex toward the other classes so he didn't want to invade any of their personal space, but his own housing sector was temporarily down for repair and this girl never made him feel unwelcome like the others...

"...Oh, hey. I remember this." He said with an even tone as a small butterfly landed upon his soft blue paw. He was still nervous but, felt some composure returning. "This is that Amerille Butterfly. Mast--er, Rick always told me that they were rare and stood for newfound love. If they land on you, they're good luck. ...I wonder who my love will be."

Chaloh fibbed. He knew very well that he placed his love in Rick.

Unfortunately, she didn't...
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High H-class Mimiga Amerille

A mute mimiga with a love for Chaloh, the final member of the Rick-Chaloh-Amerille love triangle. Some time after Chaloh's promotion, he's ordered to report to the H-class housing fields with food for the slaves. There he meets a timid Amerille, who has held a love for food that comes only from his hands ever since the first cupcake he made several years back during class training...

Stalker much? Maybe... but Chaloh does make some darn good cake.