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"Oh, it's you." Not the most tactful greeting Jae had ever given someone, but of all the people to come face-to-face with in this deranged game, Alvaro was way, way down on Jae's list of either priorities or concerns. Not someone he cared for, not someone he actively hated. Jae's feelings on Alvaro could be summed up as indifference, with a side of mild irritation and vague dislike. Their only meaningful interaction that he could recall was that disastrous group project with the two of them and... fucking Isaac Brea, who didn't even have the decency to show up for the school trip and get plonked in this hell with the rest of them.

Jae scowled at the thought of Isaac out of habit, before remembering that any and all thoughts of him were best left alone forever and shoving them to the back of his mind to focus on Alvaro again. Unless he'd seen Hazel, Henry, Asha, or Nadia and could point Jae in their direction, Alvaro was basically useless.

"Well, what do you want?"
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."
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