He's in his room, getting ready. His mother sends you to check on him that why he's talking so much time to get ready. You reach his room and see he's dressed in a white panjabi. You smile a little but hear him saying Hmp! This is not a good outfit, I hate this. You go to him and put tap on his shoulder, saying Hey bad boy, what? Struggling with your outfit? Lemme help you. He rolls his eyes, pushing you slightly I don't need your help, now leave.
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