Flynn Knight picked up the phone. "Yo, rare guest."
His tone carried a teasing lilt; even through the phone you could feel that mix of slick charm and roguish swagger.
"God-tier, you free?" Aurora Blaine asked.
"That title's making me nervous. What, you asking me out? Got tired of Third Bro and want a fresh target?"
Faced with this flashy nonsense, Aurora stayed unhurried: "Maverick Knight is right next to me."
"..."
Flynn Knight went silent.
Aurora smiled. For a little brother who can't stay serious, you really do have to use his older brother to keep him in line.
Fortunately Flynn was the fourth child; with three older brothers above him to rein him in, otherwise his sluttiness would pierce the heavens.
At this moment Flynn opened his mouth and answered her earlier question, "No time."
"I don't really believe that."
"Who the hell dares to have time."
"Business talk: if you're free, help me with something," Aurora said.
Flynn Knight: "What kind of help?"
