JUST BEST FRIENDS
“Good afternoon, Yomi.”
“Afternoon, iyawo.” Yomi answered Isioma nicely, casting a silly look at Idara's face. “Shebi you're too big to greet me abi, oju igo?”
“Hian!” Idara playfully hissed at Yomi's question, taking off her eyeglasses. “Am I your mate?”
Yomi bit back a laugh. “Definitely not. But if you greet me, will you die?”
Idara eyed him from head to toe, then said, “I don't blame you, anyway. I've played with you too much, that's why you can now talk to me anyhow.”