Blue long air and a face similar to his. A dashing and more mature version of Reeva couldn't be anyone else other than Haris, his brother. He arrived in a suit with a silver sword hanging by his waist. A sword-crossing crest decorates the top right of his suit, signifying the Antores household.
"Long time no see brother"
Haris greeted Reeva while pulling his hat off his head. Reeva's eyebrows perked up. It might have been a long time since Haris had seen his little brother, but for Reeva, it felt as though he had never had a brother at all.
"Didn't expect you here"
"Our father doesn't abandon his own blood that easily" Haris grabbed a nearby chair to sit "You've changed a lot"
"Times usually do that to people," Reeva said, trying to sound like the old Reeva to Haris but he immediately abandoned it. From the first day in this world, he had been shit at the old Reeva impression.
Hearing those words, Haris's eyes widen.
