“If you want to hear it so much, you can just call me. I’ll deliver a full set to your house.”
Joke exasperatedly said before looking down at Artit’s arms which were both in casts and hung from the man’s neck, creating a strange image.
“I might be hurt, but I’m not crippled. I’m bored to death doing nothing at home.”
“No. This is being crippled,” Dani joined in. “Anyway, how are you doing? Sorry I didn’t really visit you at all. I was a bit busy with helping Joker.”
“It’s fine, dude. Just a scratch.” Artit beamed. “Doc said I could take off the cast on my right arm next month. I’d probably be able to go back to work by then. I’m a strong guy. Kiss it a bit and both the pain and the wound are going to fade right away.”
“So strong, huh? That first day you got hit you cried like a dog…”