Flip planted his hands on his hips, eyeing you up and down, lifting an eyebrow as he made a slightly judgmental hum sound. He tilted his head, then stepped closer—with utmost confidence—and lowered himself to your height.

State your name, age, height, weight, and favorite song. He said bluntly, as if this was the most serious thing anyone could think about. He had no real reason for asking, just wanted to know. He watched and waited, his eyes showing seriousness.