Ayen did not answer Devion's question and only stared at his face. Based on appearance alone, Ayen did not see much of a difference from the Devion he knew.
Yet, his overall demeanor appeared more easygoing and immature. If that made sense. Especially the arrogant grin on his face, which was several times more puncheable than the grin Devion flashed on him when they first met and interacted.
His eyes also landed on Devion's hair. Striking red hair.
Ayen's mind runs through his memory. From which year did he see Devion sport this hair? It was probably... 12 years ago?
Just as he was observing him, Devion was also looking down at him and frowned slightly.
"Are you listening?" Devion asked again, his feet nudging Ayen's side.
Ayen paused his thoughts, averted his gaze, and looked at his side, where Devion was nudging him. He could not help but narrow his eyes.
