(Author's POV)
"Hahahhahah~ ... seriously~ … you seriously did that? I can't even imagine, hahahha" Myra laughed without restraint, holding her belly, listening to Fabian's words. "~ 'The Prof. Stephens.' Synonyms for prim, proper, and disciplined: was such an unruly kid. Nahh~ nopes~ …. I can't believe it. You are making this all up. It is too much out of character."
"It is real," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling abashed. "I may not look like it, but~ …. I was a bit of a troublemaker. After all, I was the only one who had a football, so they all worshipped me like some mighty god. It's embarrassing to admit all this in front of you, but I was just four years old, so I enjoyed the attention. Which four-year-old would not? My gang~ …. *ahem ahem* I mean, my friends followed me everywhere at that time, like my tail. We were famous as the defence unit of our neighbourhood."
