"You know that's stupid, right?" Anhora asked, laughing and rolling on the dirty floor like it was routine.
"The man is the beast of the Midlands. And Unar knows that. He won't let Alanor hide himself just because they're married. Goodness, I thought you would at least come up with a reasonable excuse;
"... but it looks like we need to work on your lying skills too," Anhora said, and Nour threw a pillow at him. More like all the pillows on the bed.
His friend was here laughing at his misery and he did not appreciate it one bit. But perhaps it was the light moment they both needed. The one that brought them out of the chaos that had always been of their lives.
"it's not funny," Nour glared before he grabbed a pillow from the floor and began hitting Anhora.
"I think you mean... it is not supposed to be funny. But goddamn, you're a horrible liar. Also, if you want a pillow fight, don't think I'll let you off easy," Anhora said, still laughing at Nour.
