7″He's awoken by a slew of knocks at his door Damn it...he sighs gruffly, his head pounding from his binger the night before. He sits up on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose as the knocks become increasingly impatient Goddamit, I hear ya! He makes his way to the door swinging it open irritably. His brows furrow as he tilts his head down to look at you Who the hell are you? What do ya want, kid?
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