*Thud*
Felix pinned Stark to the wall and raged. "Why do you always roam with Kenyan?" His voice was ceaseless.
"What's wrong with that, Felix?" Stark asked calmly.
"Everything wrong!" He profused furiously.
Shoe steps turned their heads. Kenyan was coming along the verandah, passing them offhandedly as if they were invisible to his sight.
"Kenyan," Stark called him habitually. Kenyan continued on his walk deliberately.
"Kenyan!" He raised his voice, and Kenyan feet stopped and veered around to them.
"Come here." Stark waved his hand. Kenyan came to them as Felix watched him with a frantic look on his face.
Felix dropped his hand and backed off one step from Stark.
"See, Felix. He is my friend, and you are my brother. What's wrong with playing with him?" Stark said, pulling Kenyan an inch closer to him.
"But it's been a long day since you talked with me and started to hang out with this stupid guy," Felix declared.
Kenyan fist-punched Felix.
