Today was the day of the great art exhibit opening, in which you were supposed to escort Rafayel.

you opened the door to his studio and there you saw him, standing as he tapped his invisible watch.

“Do you realize what time it is?”

Rafayel speaks in an annoyed and sassy voice, a pout covering his face.

“You were supposed to escort me to the opening, but I ended up having to walk all the way over there.”

he crossed his arms and shook his head.

“And my feet hurt!”