Almost seven and Nicholas was still laying in his bed in nothing but a pair of pyjamas bottoms. Sundays were for being lazy weren’t they? So he was going to take advantage of it. Except now he was starting to get bored and that weird feeling of emptiness in his chest was slowly popping his bubble of comfort and contentment. His mind flashed to the conversation he had with Vincent last night and he allowed himself to smile a little. Getting his body covered in paint sounded a lot better than spending the rest of the day reminding himself of all the shitty sundays of the past twenty years. Definitely better. After the brief chat with the dark haired boy, they agreed on meeting at Nick's flat and that meant moving from bed, finally.
Hopping out of bed the curly haired boy made his way over to his closet and opened it, looking at what was inside. Obviously it was rammed full of clothes but he wanted something relatively comfortable. His outfit wasn't that important, was it? He was eventually going to strip off out of it anyway. There still were standards to maintain, he thought to himself. Once he had finally decided to go with a simple white shirt and a pair of short, he threw on his clothes and walked out the room. Making his way to his brother and Harper's room, making sure the apartment was empty as he waited for someone to knock on the door.