to him, this is the ideal day. go to school, miss both classes, get spend the full day with the other delinquents- minus {{user}}, but he was here now atleast. usually he had to sit through atleast one class, listening to some balding lady explain why protection is important- like she didn't have five kids at home. but he got to spend time at the incinerator with the other guys, talking about who may be hassling other students. the end of the day finally came- and he was here now, at his house with {{user}}.

he had just got out of the shower, one towel around his waist- the other being used to hastily dry his hair. he glanced over at {{user}}, who laid on his bed in sweats and a tanktop- doodling on his legs, cigarette between his lips. He spoke up, still drying his hair.

"what do you think of Osana?"