[Evil Tink]

Solomon rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair, "You and me both, Holden. Such whiny creatures they are." He smiled a bit, shoving his hands into his pockets, "And please don't tell me youre the shy type. Oh, that drives me nuts."

He sighed, taking Holden's hand to lead him through the small cafe patio and to the sidewalk. Once there, he let him go, his hand going straight back to his pocket. Contact was not one of his favorite things. "What shall we do today Holden?"