Despite everything, it probably took Chéri some guts to come up here, second day in a row, to let himself be painted by Darius. And, as well paid as he was, whitin a few days of arriving in town he had learnt that was the former house fo a serial killer, not exactly a promising situation. But he still, as always, needed the money, hence he went. Sure, he also liked Darius, but when had that ever been a reason good enough to put himself through trouble? No. Chéri was motivated more by money than feelings, because it saw it as more likely to keep him alive.

Arriving in front of Carrington Manor, he rang at the door, wondering what kind of servant he was going to bump into. While turning to the  street behind him, he rose his eyes to the sea and let his mind wonder, silently. He was wearing a pastel blue three piece suit with a lavender vest and a slightly darker blue cravat. He wasn’t going to fade into the background any time soon, not in Whitby, but taking residence at the Diamond Pony had at least granted him the chance to change into his other suit, bathe and reflect upon what had happened so far. He had also had the chance to sleep well, which made him glow under the shy summer sun. He looked like he had stolen the prettiest of the water reflections and worn them on his skin.