For the next few minutes, the cohort of three trudged along, following each other's trails, with Raven at the forefront.
It was a couple of torturous minutes in pure terms of awkwardness and unfamiliarity.
Never had Northern been in this situation. He wasn't used to walking with anyone.
Even when he and Ellis walked together, it'd be appropriate to say he saw the boy more as a pet than an equal.
Right now, there was no need to strike any conversation whatsoever, but there was also a harrowing feeling tumultuous within him due to the deafening silence.
Like he needed to do something about it.
But Northern knew better than to give in to that feeling, because the moment he did, that was his certified ticket to becoming a clown.
He was walking with one of... perhaps, even the most manipulative person he had ever come across.
Although that notion was liable to many fact checks, Northern didn't want to bother about that part of it right now.
'One foxy being at a time...'
