[January 22. Saturday. 2:20]
It was still night-time for Kael’s body yet his mind was already in chaos as he poured out the contents of his backpack on the bed and started loading it with a set of clothes and some essential things. Niccolo was trying to bicker with him but he didn’t pay him any attention at all, for he himself was already arguing with his mind whether it was a good idea to agree in spending a day with Arthur.
No matter, though, because it was already set in stone. He was afraid that Arthur might ask for something worse in exchange for the painting, and it wasn’t really a big deal if he agreed to go. After all, he was the main reason why Kael was there—or rather, the words he painted on the skateboard were.
Kael picked up his board and hung it on his backpack with the st
