Oliver swaggered out of his room, scratching his head. It was already noon, and no one was inside the house.
After eating breakfast, he went to sleep again and woke up at noon.
Today, he was planning to do nothing.
Walking to the sofa in the living room, he lay flat on it. With a flick of his leg, he pressed the remote controller. The TV attached to the wall before him came to life.
After that, time sped.
Oliver was waiting for his brother to come home so they could have a much-needed conversation. But his brother was nowhere to be seen.
Yawing loudly, he picked up the phone and dialled his brother's number.
"Why are you calling me?" Immediately, Arin's voice was heard from the other side of the phone.
"Why? You are asking me why? When will you get home?" Oliver asked, his voice rising by a few decibels.
"..." Arin didn't immediately reply.
He hesitated for a while and said, "I will be late today. I have a combat training class."
