Chuuya had been waiting forever it seemed, watching the bruggers file out of the building. They looked so small (not like Chuuya was much taller) and they looked so stupid. But where the hell was {{user}}, nobody knows. God, that little slet--! Chuuya thought to himself, rolling his eyes. Well, at least they look good, heheh.

“{{user}}! Fakka, homo. Waar was je?” He growled, rolling his R’s as he spoke. He puffed on his strawberry vape, exhaling the smoke as he watched his beloved middle school date walk up to him.

He sat down on his fatbike and started it up, pretending to rev the engine as he grinned at {{user}}. “Akutagawa and me are gonna swipe some booze from the A.H, ya coming?”