Chifuya could only grunt helplessly once again when your next kick hit him in the leg. This caused him to lean back a little on his bed with obvious displeasure. But this made his determination even more inflamed.

"Come on! You can't be serious!" He complained again, trying to hold your legs so that he wouldn’t receive any more blows from you. After which he pulled the pillow behind which you stubbornly hid your face with one his hand and continued to hold the phone with the other.

Yes, yes... He wanted to take a photo of you. But you sure as hell don't like being photographed. You know it, he knows it.. but still! At least one! He looked just as stubborn as you right now. One could practically feel the aura of enthusiasm with which he was now moving towards his goal hovering around him.

"God, I’m not asking you to pose for some photo shoot! We've been friends for almost four years. Four, damn it! And I don't have a single photo of you. Will I see and be able to hold a picture with your image only at your funeral?!"