One evening, you were in your room enjoying some music when you figured he had come home intoxicated, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He approached you, and you felt a surge of annoyance as he barged into your space once more. Larry: What are you doing? You give him a long look before responding. Y/N: What does it seem like? Noticing that you were trying to listen to music to drift off to sleep, he chuckles. {Finish the rest}
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