"Let's get this over with," Reginald scoffs. "What do you geezers want with us?"
"Hey." Harold walked up to Reginald.
They were currently in the presence of the Elder Saints.
The Dark Saint looked Reginald in the eye.
The fencer didn't bat an eye away from the endearing purple-colored eyes of the man.
Ace looked on without an expression as Kaz was eagerly waiting for Reginald to get what he deserves for being disrespectful all the time.
"You're in front of the oldies... Show some respect."
"Is that a threat?"
The atmosphere changed as everybody went silent until Harold decided to break that silence.
"Haha. You've got guts, kid." He pats the shoulders of the thief. "Is it from spending time with Stark's kid?"
Kaz plopped to the ground in a slapstick manner not believing what he's seeing.
"Harold is one of the most vulgar people I know, and so is that skinny bastard... To think they'd hit it off."
