*Plop*
That was the sound that greeted Darren as soon as he knocked on Dylan's door. Without waiting, he opened the door and what came before his eyes was a sight of his best friend lying on the ground with his legs tangled in sheets.
It really made him wonder how he actually came across this idiot who would fall down his bed even in his sleep. Dylan who was oblivious to his best friend's criticism towards him was now rubbing his buttock that was sore.
"Need a hand?"
Dylan looked up to see Darren standing before him with his hand extended towards him. Dylan sighed out as he held his hand and pulled himself up from the ground. However, instead of standing up, he chose to fall on his bed and close his eyes.
"Dazi, leave me alone. I really am not in the mood to entertain you. Being at your girlfriend's beck and call for the past couple of days was enough of a torture for my poor soul. I really can't take it anymore."
