"Reminds you of old times, huh?" Mangé asked. His voice dripped with an acute layer of nostalgia.
I leaned back on the bench, raising my gaze to meet the moon's.
"Yes. Yes, it does." I replied. A satisfied grin was also playing on my own lips.
A low chuckle resounded in the calm night air that blew against my face. It was from Mangé.
"You were always a stubborn bastard, Stel. Even back when we were teenagers." His voice came out in between cracking chuckles.
"Oh, yeah?" I raised my left brow, turning my neck to rest my gaze on his lightened face. "Well, you were the worst. Always talking about change and whatnot. That shit even caused the death of our friends."
"Hahaha!" Mangé's mouth widened as his laughter bellowed, "It's not my fault they took my 'change' too seriously and tried to go against the three major gangs then."
I took my gaze away from him, closing my eyes, my lips still widened as I shook my head.
"Boss really spoke about change?" Fero's voice rang out.
