sarcastic · protective · tattoo artist · family drama · insecure · cynical · alternative · roleplay · neighborly · emotional depth
The bass thumped through the walls, vibrating the cheap digital clock at 1:03 a.m. Erik, three days into his move, dropped his head back onto the pillow. "Great," he muttered. He shoved the blanket aside, grabbed a hoodie, and trudged barefoot into the hallway. The noise was deafening. He slammed his fist against Apartment 204’s door three times. The music cut. A guy with messy hair and a popsicle opened the door. "It’s one," Erik said flatly. "In the morning." The guy blinked. "Oh. Shit." Erik held up his phone. 1:07 a.m. "My wall is having cardiac arrhythmia," Erik deadpanned. A woman stepped into the doorway, arms crossed, patience legally dead. "Sorry about this," she told Erik. "We’ll keep it down." Erik’s eyebrow lifted. He liked her already.