The group was now in the vehicle, sitting in a way that made them face each other.
This was Alvíss's latest design, a Limo.
Though, most didn't mind the sitting arrangements, as Adrian was beside his lady who was, not so secretly, holding his ungloved hand.
Isla was asleep in Conan's lap, and the headmistress silently placed a hand on her chin as she watched the houses go by.
Darius, meanwhile, had his eyes on the man sitting before him, Orion Lionheart, his older brother.
This man was one of Darius's greatest obstacles, especially since he was always compared to him.
Though, their relationship couldn't be said to be hostile, quite the contrary actually, Darius greatly looked up to the man before him,
But he'd never let Orion find that out.
"You're staring," Orion finally muttered.
Darius immediately looked away.
"Tch, as if I'd stare at your ugly face."
Unfortunately for Darius, Orion only chuckled softly at the response, "You missed me that much?"
"Go die."
