"Angeal! Wait!"
With Angeal walking briskly away from him, Arlo couldn't help but grit and curse under his breath.
"Damn it! What the hell is happening?"
Sighing, Frey shook her head as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Go," she said, Arlo's body turning to look at her.
"What? I have to help clean and—"
"Just gooo," Frey interrupted, practically shooing him as she waved her hand at him. "Arvid and I will just handle this cleanup. I can't keep up with this stressful situation already."
Arlo knitted his brows together, "Are you su—"
"Yes! We're sure!" She interrupted again, practically pushing him as she patted his shoulder. "Angeal is already feeing bad and she needs you. Go talk to her. Hurry!"
Arlo just nodded, sighing at the same time as he picked up his things.
"Alright, then. Sorry I couldn't help you guys clean up. But thank you."