Chome had the habit of just coming by whenever he felt like it. For the most part it was because he didn't care and had nothing to do, but the other part was because he actually wanted to hangout. At least when he had the chance to.

He knocked on the door, fully prepared to at the very least be given an attitude for just stopping by again. Oh well, he knew that they'd get over it eventually. He doubted they'd turn him away, it was far too rare that he thought it'd actually happen. He was just bored