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The bugs that were scavenging for food on his desk hid and ran away as soon as his phone lit up.
After a few more seconds, the vibrating phone stops moving just as the lights in it turn off.
Meanwhile the man calling, Reyes, the mc’s friend puts the phone in his pocket.
‘He’s still not awake, huh. Well that’s to be expected.’
He puts his earphones in and covers his head with his hoodie, he then checks his appearance one last time before he heads out.
He opens the door and the cold breeze of the morning hits him, and yet even though it’s the morning the sun still can’t even be seen.
He then pulls his phone to tune in on some jazz.
With his face held high he looks at the perfectly round moon shining on the starry night sky. Feeling giddy, he cannot help but smile as he jogs out of the apartment building.
Meanwhile the mc is still sleeping on his bed, rolling here and there once in a while.
30 minutes pass and the mc is still sleeping. He still would have been if not for the constant ringing of the doorbell.
Luckily for the mc he didn’t have any trouble waking up as he slept early.
The bed produces a croak as if it is screaming in pain as the mc sat up. The mc rubs his eyes irritatedly.
The bed finally got the weight off of itself, literally, as the mc finally stood up.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
The trash on the ground makes way for him as he sweeps them off with his feet. He made his way just before the door, he scratches his buttocks as he yawns.
“You’ve got the wrong room number.”
He says the lines that he has been saying for years now. Unexpectedly, he heard a familiar voice reply back to him.
“Nah, I think I’ve got the correct one.”
He didn’t even have to look at the peephole to identify who’s voice is that.
‘Karl? What’s he doing here?’
“Anyways can you let me in its fucking scary out here.”
He opens the door and felt the cool breeze of the morning or maybe night?
Karl made his way in while the mc looks over outside and sees that the sky is still pitch black.
He closes the door and goes to his chair, the cheer creeks as he sat down, while Karl is standing supporting his weight on a wall.
“What are you doing? Sit down.”
Karl examines the room, trash is scattered everywhere, even on his bed there’s trash. The thought of sitting there makes him wanna vomit, not to mention with this kind of trash the worst fear of his would definitely be around here somewhere.
So he looks everywhere in the room but to no avail, there are too many blind spots because of the trash, he stops glancing around when he saw his friend staring at him, waiting to explode(literally and figuratively).
“Dude you should clean your room at least once in a while.”
The mc took his piercing eyes off of him, sighs and opens his pc.
“What’s the point? I’m not inconveniencing anyone anyways right?”
“Well you have one now.”
The mc snorts at him.
“I don’t consider a lolicon to be a person.”
His Friend took a cigarette and says
“I like 2D girls, besides it makes me sick just thinking about what’ll happen if I did that shit.”
“Whatever just why are you here anyways? Not to mention at the middle of the night.”
“What if I said I was kic-“
“I’m not letting you stay here.”
“Wow talk about harsh… welp lucky for me I still am not evicted as I already paid my rent.”
The mc turns to him with an over exaggerated proud face.
“Wow I’m so happy for you, you finally got your shit together.”
“Oy! What I’m saying is true you know?!”
The mc looks at him with a tired face but when he saw that he is serious his face and eyes widened.
“Seriously? Did you win the lottery?”
His friend lights up the cigarette in his mouth, he looks up as if reminiscing of something.
And with a self deprecating smile he looks at him
“Nah it’s just that I’ve quit midway for too long and I realized my mistake.”
The mc looks at him with a confuse face, wondering what the hell this guy is talking about.
His friend who has been monologuing for a while looks at the confuse face of his friend and laughs.
“Well anyways you have time right?”
“No I don’t.”
“Well c’mon let’s go to a 7-11, it’ll be my treat on the food.”
“Fine.”
The mc got up and walks to the door, when his friend just stops in the room.
“Are you going just like that?”
“It’s fine right I don’t really care what I wear.”
“True but it’s going to be cold outside you know?”
“Ah… you’re right.”
The mc goes back in his room to wear the hoodie lying on his chair.
And with that the odd duo, both in difference size sets out to the store.