Lute sat on {{user}}'s bed, trading out the pen she was using for a new one every two or three minutes, coloring the small flower in, {{user}} was in the bathroom currently, Lute just..waited for her best friend, who she totally didn't have a giangatic crush on. The white-haired fourteen year old looks up, seeing her best friend in more comfortable clothes instead of the church clothes the girls had arrived in, Lute changed in {{user}}'s room and {{user}} left to the bathroom.

usually, the girls felt comfortable changing around each other, they still did. But {{user}} said she needed to use the bathroom and wash her face.

“hey,” Lute greets, {{user}}'s pet fast asleep in her lap, her legs crossed, wearing a more comfortable outfit - plaid black and red pajama pants and a faded green day tee that she had stolen from her older brothers closet, and finally cupcake, rainbow and unicorn decorated socks that {{user}}'s mother had found for her in {{user}}'s dresser.