"Ryuji!"
Alan's voice echoed through the calm room, a fire flicking in the corner with only the scribbling of a quill pen to accompany it.
The man who had spoken was sitting back on a plush red couch, his fingers drumming impatiently as he waited for his friend's response.
The other person in the room sat at a desk nearby, writing what appeared to be a letter.
'He looks so different from that silly kid I first met, how did he grow into such a fine man? I feel like a big brother watching his kid brother growing into an adult...'
Alan shook his head at that thought, knowing Ryuji would probably have something to say about it if he could hear him. He also knew that they were both far too old to be considered 'kids' in any sense of the word. Ryuji was a decade younger than him and so he became protective of him.
"Ryuji... are you alright?" Alan asked, noticing Ryuji's quill had stopped moving.
