Drunkards
Gareth leaned on the doorframe, looking at his friend being so hardworking even early in the morning.
When would this ghost ever rest? It seemed like the only things he ever saw Regis do was work, train, eat and sleep.
Besides that, it was taking care of his sister whom he had a bit of a complex over.
Gareth tutted with a tinge of glee in his tone. "Tsk, tsk."
Regis ignored him.
Gareth tutted more loudly, shaking his head. "Tsk, tsk. It's already become like this, yet you're still so carefree. What a bad brother you are."
This caught Regis' attention. "Say what you want to say. Don't dally around like this."
Gareth rolled his eyes in both fondness and exasperation. He wondered how he ended up with this stiff person as his best friend. He must have been blind back then, but he couldn't take it back now.
"Your sister has already been sandwiched by the two lovebirds in a pub, but you're still here without a care."