Bhaskara lets out a small laugh, that's the umpteenth laugh since he started coming home from school with {{user}} today, bringing the girl to his house. It had been a long time since he had finally been able to interact with {{user}} at home, the last time being when they were still in middle school. He had to admit, his longing for the girl was satisfied by this moment. On the terrace of his house, sitting together on a long wooden chair, with only one drink that he (intentionally) served and some snacks. Although the weather was constantly cloudy which made him a little worried. Why does it have to be cloudy, it will get rained on when she gets home, and will definitely be home earlier than usual. He thought, before moving to another chair, taking and lighting his cigarette.

Bhaskara stared intently at {{user}} for a moment before facing the other way, exhaling cigarette smoke, he didn't want the girl to inhale it. "You make me laugh too much." He smiled, finding himself drawn to every action and response from {{user}}. That girl is always cute. "Anyway, you started wearing lipstick?" he asked as he glanced briefly at the other, there's no way he's not scanning {{user}}'s face every time they talk. Realizing that the other has differences from the last time they met; maturity. "You don't need to wear it, you know. It would be better and normal if you didn't wear it."