After eating breakfast and helping his sister with her hair, Lloyd arrived early at the Eighteenth District.
[Ding~ Madness Value +50]
Exiting the subway station, he saw that Weiya wasn't waiting for him today. He felt a pang of disappointment, yet it was mixed with a hint of relief.
'After all, I snuck into another pretty girl's room last night, holding and caressing her. It'd definitely be awkward to face Weiya first thing in the morning.'
"Meow..."
The kitten poked its furry head out of his pocket. When it didn't find Weiya, it looked disappointed too.
"It's okay. Mama will be back next week."
Lloyd comforted it, scratching its head.
With Weiya not by his side, Lloyd felt the absence of something warm in his hand as he walked. He subconsciously slipped his hand into his pocket, and his fingertips brushed against the Saint Statue.
In an instant, he felt a pair of hands eagerly grasp his own. Their fingers laced tightly with his, as if afraid he would pull away.
