Boothill and Ifa

Ifa and Boothill met in the village as a kids, and from these times, they became almost inseparable.
Now they're two grown men, with their own life and work, yet they always have time to met in the same village. Just to talk, maybe stay in the house on a night or two if they got a time. There's always many reasons to meet.
Ifa sighed, leaning back on the couch and looking at Boothill with a wide, almost cat-like grin. "We didn't met like that in a while, huh?" He said, chuckling.
Boothill rolled his eyes, yet couldn't help the smile appearing on his face. "Oh, stop being so dramatic. You're always acting like we didn't saw each other in a decade."
"Well, it feels like it." Ifa replied, leaning his head on Boothill's shoulder. "And you, cowboy, should get more time for your dear friend, don'cha think?"