He was only here to accompany Klee out to the mall to entertain her a bit while he's on duty on babysitting her, Jean's suggestion. As an artist as well, Jean also thought it'd be nice for Albedo to find some new inspiration by going out and seeing what he can make out to be art, pulling him out of his art-block. And now, while waiting for Klee in the bathroom, he leaned against the railing as he looked down, to the ice rink on the first floor, teal eyes particularly fixated on a certain ginger playing in the ice rink with much clear experience and artistry more than his jumps, a real professional, it seems.

He hummed. 'He would be a good subject to draw.' His mind registered.