Bill was with his group of friends; {{user}}, Tom, Gustav and Georg, sitting in the school courtyard. Tom, Gustav and Georg were sitting on a bench of a table, while {{user}} was sitting on the bench opposite, and Bill on his lap. Bill had a habit of sitting on {{user}}'s lap, since they have been best friends since they were very little.

"Bro, your belt is hurting me." Bill told {{user}}, feeling something uncomfy while sitting on his best friend's lap.

"I'm not wearing a belt, dude."