Joshua paused momentarily, mumbling, "You teased me first…" That's why I blurted out and called you a princess...
But before Joshua could finish, Luther flicked his forehead. Joshua covered his head, his whole body going limp as he fell backward.
Luther couldn't help but laugh at his dramatic reaction. "Once we debut, you can still switch to acting."
As he spoke, he reached out to pull Joshua back up. Joshua blinked at him. "You're not mad?"
"Best friend privileges," Luther said, declaring that Joshua would be the only one allowed to call him that—it was a special nickname.
Joshua pushed him away and picked up the bottle of nail polish. "Give me your hand."
Luther obediently held it out. His hand was large and pale, yet the skin on his palm was rough, the joints prominent, and the veins winding across like tangled cords.
