"Joshua, I'm downstairs. Hurry up." Luther's voice came through the phone, sounding casually loud and echoing slightly. Joshua sneered, "I'm not going."
Luther replied, "You believe I won't find out where you live?"
Joshua: "...That's illegal!"
Joshua was already stepping out of his apartment building even as he said that. Luther immediately hung up and strode forward, chin tilted up. "Haha, Joshua, you can talk all you want, but deep down you're excited to hang out with me, aren't you? I get it, my charm is irresistible!"
Joshua pushed Luther's face away in disgust. Seeing this, Luther didn't hesitate at all—he reached out and ruffled Joshua's hair, which still felt as soft as ever.
While tousling it, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you change shampoo?"
Joshua backed away, raising his hands to free his hair from Luther's grasp. He suddenly kicked at Luther, leaving a gray footprint on his pant leg. "I told you not to touch my head!"
