Chéri could easily adapt their pace to whomever and had it been up to them, probably you would have seen them running towards whatever was next. Especially if it was money. But also, despite themselves, despite never really thinking about it, they had to admit that they missed being surrounded by creatives, they missed the mutual encouragement to creation, being able to do something for themselves and someone else at the same time.

The perspective of being potentially murdered and worse was a looming threat too common in their life for them to think too much about it. Besides, the situation was not exactly normal or chill to start with. Plus, they reckoned, examining Darius, the man did not seem to be drunk on the power he could potentially exercise con Chéri, which was a good sign.

Chéri offered their typical line and laughed, as to confirm that they had, indeed, a beautiful voice. “I’d say it’s perfect.” They would have even sang if they had had any idea who Calliope was. They look forward “So, your studio?” Probably hoping to be there already, potentially overestimating how small Whitby could be.