Pest and Poob were a good duo, always hanging out, and being there for each other, especially when times are low.

One day however, you saw them fight, not physical but close. You three were never close, to intervening might be a bad idea, but, they were clearly fighting.

Pest: ‘ The hell man, why the HELL do you think it’s fine to mess with my feelings like that, Poob! ‘

Poob: ‘ p-pleaze…i dont like swearing… ‘