[ FLASHBACK ]
"Ugh… I'm so bored." The seventeen-year-old Maynard scrunched his nose, looking at his friend, Conrad, who was reading a book silently. It had been their habit to idle in the academy's greenhouse every vacant time. Or rather, it had always been Maynard's accompanying Conrad and complaining about how bored he was.
Maynard was almost reclining in the chair with his leg on top of his knee. His hands were linked behind his head, supporting its weight, wondering what else to do.
"Damn…" he whistled, making the always silent Conrad pause from reading a book. Seeing that Conrad, who was always immersed in his own world, stopped reading, Maynard swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Conrad slowly turned his head in Maynard's direction, bearing his classic poker face. "Leave."
"Oh, come on, dude!" Maynard exclaimed dramatically. "I'm just saying I'm bored. Let's do something else!"
"You do something else."
