Early the next morning, Alvin was shaken awake by Fox, who then forced him into a suit of some brand he didn't recognize.
It was a big day for Hell's Kitchen. School was officially starting, with new students arriving and a batch of others preparing to graduate.
Looking at his younger-looking self in the mirror, Alvin grinned and draped an arm around Fox, who was dressed in a little suit. "Beautiful, I'm not your showpiece. You've already got me—why dress me up so handsomely? Is it just so you can enjoy everyone else's envy?"
Fox rolled her eyes as she straightened Alvin's tie, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. She smiled and nodded. "Okay, that'll do. As the principal, you have to set an example by keeping up your appearance.
"I've received a lot of complaints about the school uniforms lately. I'm thinking about whether we should improve the design and make the students look a little better in them."
Alvin laughed. "Are you sure those complaints weren't anonymous letters written by that little brat Gwen and the girls in the Cheerleading Squad?
"I think the uniforms are great: loose, comfortable, timeless, and in nice colors.
"Anyone who wants to change them can come tell me to my face. I'll break their legs first."
Fox shook her head with an amused smile and patted Alvin on the chest. "I know you designed the uniforms, but have you considered that the school's influence is growing? Lots of people will be here to watch the ceremony today...
"At the very least, you should prepare formal attire for the students to wear to important gatherings."
Alvin wasn't about to listen to that nonsense. He shook his head firmly. "The uniforms are fine as they are. What we're after is a neat, unified