Draven's grin was wide and innocent. Zephyrion could see no falsehood in him. He looked like a massive baby who wore his emotions plainly for all to see. Zephyrion saw no reason not to accept.
He gripped his arm. Draven's muscles flexed, his grin widening.
Another test.
Yet Zephyrion remained unmoved despite the mounting pressure. He tightened his grip.
Crack.
Draven winced. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye. He quickly pulled his arm back. Zephyrion let him.
"Haha… you're a real man! A real man!" Despite his broken wrist, he grinned. "Draven knew it! We're going to be brothers!"
Then Draven glanced over at Lumi, who had been glaring at him ever since he tried to crush Zephyrion's hand. She immediately stuck out her tongue, staring at his crushed wrist with amusement.
Yet Draven merely chuckled.
