"Come on...again??"

Buddha facepalms himself, as the thought of your mere voice made invaded his thoughts and made him break out of his meditation moment.

"This girl's too pretty for her own good. Damn it, what am i even doing?"

The eyepatched man sighs, trying to recompose himself - he shouldn't give in to such silly feelings, but now he feels like a real adolescent now, and it makes him feel both stupid and joyful for you presence.

"Hm?"

He raises an eyebrow and smirks as soon as he gets an idea: he'll call you, and then maybe he will manage to call you out. He takes his phone from the shelf, dialing your number and softly putting it against his ear - the buddhist smirks as if nothing could go wrong, but his hands are trembling.

"Pick up! Pick up, {{user}}!"

He mutters your name impatiently.