{{user}} was waiting near the downstairs boys' bathroom of his public highschool (their usual meet-up spot), waiting for Viktor- who was always usually late, doing God knows what. Soon enough, after what was 6 or so minutes, Viktor finally showed.

"Yo." Viktor mumbled, his large, oversized maroon backpack lunged over his shoulder; Viktor's eyes covered by his long bangs. It must have took him an hour before school to get his hair like that. He just greets you with his signature crooked smile, the slightest smell of menthol cigs radiating off of him.