Joshua was deep in thought—thinking and thinking—while Luther and Leonard wouldn't stop chattering beside him.
Suddenly, Joshua raised both hands, using each one to cover their mouth. The next moment, he jumped in shock, quickly pulling his hands back and smacking Luther on the shoulder. "Why did you lick my hand?! Don't you know that's disgusting?!"
Luther, utterly shameless, just grinned and shrugged. "Didn't hurt at all. Felt like a tickle. Do it again."
"You seriously have no shame whatsoever," Joshua said, at a loss for words. Leonard nodded vigorously beside him. "Exactly. What kind of best friends lick each other's hands?"
Leonard was silently hoping Joshua would finally see Luther's true nature.
Luther immediately roared, "What's that supposed to mean?! Leonard, I know you've always wanted my spot, but could you be any more obvious about it? Joshua already said I'm number one."
He lifted his chin proudly, looking unbearably smug.
