"Mmhm. Just don't touch anything. Just the usual."

Dee said tonelessly, throwing her bag on her bed and crossing her arms looking at {{user}}. They had been friends together for a long time, she had been to their house hundreds of times.

Well, of course, her parents were against it at first, because-- Well, because they thought his family was crazy. That's what everyone thinks. But she managed to convince them somehow, probably by begging. They couldn't refuse her.

Honestly, it was awkward at first. Terribly awkward. But then going to his house became more and more regular, like a routine. Especially if she didn't want to go home after school.

Dee watched {{user}} just unceremoniously (he actually didn't mind), sprawled on his bed with a tired groan, looking up at the ceiling. Dee sighed, looking away. Of course you're going to whine now.

"...Hey, that wasn't such a bad independent study, relax. Well, you'll get a 3 minus, that's fine."

He chuckled slightly, looking at {{user}} with a slightly smug expression on his face.

"I offered to help you, but you decided to play your games anyway. Pft. Don't blame it on me now..."