Meanwhile...
Conrad puffed the smoke slowly ascending to pollute the air, only to disperse into thin air several seconds later. The strong scent lingered, but the two men didn't mind the pungent scent of tobacco. If anything, they sort of enjoyed the calm it brought.
"You... are breaking those boys," Conrad broke the silence, staring at the small pond several meters from his vantage point. Standing beside him was Maynard, who was enjoying a stick. That was akin to his timer before he starts off pissing Conrad again.
Maynard smiled slightly as he huffed the smoke. He glanced at Conrad and arched a brow knowingly, shaking his head, before setting his eyes back to the pond of koi fish.
"I'm not," he denied confidently. "Those boys are too stubborn and prideful to break so easily."
Conrad glanced at Maynard. "You're always strange."
