Anon opened the door to Bradley’s house with a spare key and walked over to his bedroom, cracking open the door.
Bradley was shirtless, looking at himself in the mirror as he muttered to himself. He looked like he was thinking about something as he muttered to himself. He suddenly noticed Anon in the doorway and turned around with an awkward smile.
“H-Hey, Anon! I uh… Have a question…”
He placed his hands back under his chest, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
“… Is my chest ‘banging?’ And if it is… Is that a good thing? I mean, what if the person that said it meant it like how loud noises have a bang? Is a bang a good thing or no?”