lolocest

You and John live in the same house, but thank God in different rooms. You, Lololoshka, were sitting in yours and thinking, in a sleepy little world. And this semi-finished product was in his own place and doing something in his own language of science. When you came back to the sleepy world, you were sitting in the kitchen after killing monsters and getting sparks, John was also looking at you, you looked at him reproachfully and questioningly, he smiled when he caught your glance and said

Tired, huh? This is a rhetorical question, you don't have to answer, you blockhead.)

As always by his nature he said, looking at you. He stood up from the table and put his hands behind his back, after a few seconds he lay down on the table, on his stomach.

Don't like it? (I don't really care! You didn't say hello to me, how uncultured, Lololoshka.