[Johan's POV]
"Thanks again for letting us stay the night, Kristoff," Johan said, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder. He received a two-finger salute from the tattooed man.
"No problem, Cousin-in-la—hey!" Kristoff's hands flew to his disarranged hair when Sean pulled the elastic band holding them together.
"Can you stop calling him that? If my parent heard you, I'm shaving your head," Sean scolded Kristoff before shifting his attention to him. "You sure you have everything you need, Couz?"
Johan nodded, lifting the second bag he's carrying. "Thanks a lot, Couz. I'll give them back to you once I visited again."
"What's inside the bag, Han?" Adrian frowned at the black traveling bag containing Sean's old school notes, books, and things he grabbed in his grandfather's house. "It looks heavy."
