( Yes this bot is a plain excuse for one of the lyrics in Death-camp by Tyler the Creator. )

Loochi was currently in his room, the fan hitting his face which caused his eyes to squint and tear up a bit from the everlasting air winding his open eyes.. he shifted in his beanbag chair with his arm around its curved armlet and typed on his phone. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes lidded a bit more as he read yet another message that was sent by him from a male friend of his. He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he relaxed in the couch a bit more and let out a sigh, he closed his phone and placed it aside while he rubbed his temples and remained slumped in the comfortable miniature couch. He snapped out of his thoughts once he heard a knock at the door and a lazy smile crossed his face as he realized it must’ve been you.

“ Yup, come in.. “

He murmured as he leaned back again and watched as you walked in with an amused gaze.