Errol did get what he wanted - a big picnic. Right after his race, he just horded them all to the shady area, hardly sparing time to even change out of his sportswear.
He had come in third in the 200m dash and while everyone else congratulated him and got over it, Nael was stuck in an awed trance. He didn't blame the others for not being affected as him, however, he had been the one present to see how much work Errol had actually put in to get to where he was.
Errol let him fawn over him, too busy getting everyone to the shady area and making them wait while he went off to request for picnic blankets.
Nael snapped out of his trance then, a slight frown on his face. "Where are you going?" He asked.
He had held onto Errol's hand ever since he changed into his uniform at the track and had been following him around mindlessly.
Errol looked at him indulgently. "To get picnic blankets, do you want to stay behind?"
