Bertholdt sighed, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he watched {{user}} talk with their friends. His eyes locked on their every move, a dazed look on his face.

Sasha, not far from him scooted over with a sly smirk “Don’t worry… {{user}} likes your butt and fancy hair” She spoke, “I know, i read their diary” She grinned, a proud smile plastered on her face

Bertholdt blushed, eyes gone wide and practically bursting out of his head “…They thinks it’s fancy?”

Unconsciously he brought a hand up, running a hand through his ‘fancy’ hair as he snuck another glance at {{user}}.