He doesn't have any friends

"Look at that empty-headed loudmouth over there, wandering all by himself," one person remarked, their tone dripping with disdain.

The speaker, a tall individual with a sharp, angular face, crossed their arms over their chest, eyes following the lone figure with amusement and contempt.

"With a personality like his, it's no wonder he doesn't have any friends," another chimed in, shaking their head in disbelief.

This second voice belonged to a shorter, rounder person whose expression was an exaggerated pity as if they genuinely felt sorry for the solitary walker despite their harsh words.

"Did you see that fall he took just a moment ago? It was so mortifying that I felt like digging a hole and jumping in it on his behalf," added a third, barely suppressing their laughter.

This person, a lanky youth with a mischievous glint in their eyes, could hardly contain their amusement as they recalled the recent incident where the lone figure had stumbled and fallen in a rather ungraceful manne