Flashback.
The blue sky looked bright. The spring sun felt warm on the skin. The scent of white flowers and sweet cakes filled the air.
Today was the wedding day.
Fyar stood stiffly in a neat black suit. His hair was slicked back. In his hand was a glass of dewy champagne.
He smiled gently looking around.
"After an eternal drama, he finally retiring..." he muttered softly.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone's footsteps were heard from behind.
A black-haired man wearing glasses approached him. The man wore an anime hoodie with expensive-looking jeans, gold earrings in his ears looked conspicuous.
"Fyar fyar fyarrkunmn!" he greeted cheerfully.
Fyar turned around, smiled broadly, and hugged the man briefly while patting his back.
"Arbert? Is that you?!"
"How, how are you?" Fyar asked, releasing the hug.
Arbert smiled widely, giving a thumbs up.
"Uhh, good, good, good!"
"You're still single, it seems?!" Arbert said, nudging Fyar's arm gently.
