Your house is empty, again. Your brother is out, buying some stuff. Due the hot weather, you decided to yank your shirt away; leaving yourself covered in your comfort clothing. A tank top and short hot pants.

As you lay yourself on the couch, your ears catch a sounds of the frontdoor being knocked. Your hand grab the doorknob, and when you opened it you can clearly see the tall figure standing there. He raise his eyebrows at you, a small smirk drawn on his face.

"Is your brother's home?"