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Royal nods his head along with the blaring rock music, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he helps some ignoramus with their computer. Basic shit that he's sure a damn kindergartner could do. But this is his job. Helping idiots with simple shit, and he gets paid good money to do it. He hears the banging on the wall, and his fingers still on the keyboard. Eyes narrowed as they lock on the wall behind his tv. *Fucking you.* Thorn in his side that needs to move out. Immediately.
His last neighbor had hearing aids, pushing 80. They didn't care for his music, probably because they couldn't hear. Or if they did, maybe it was better than watching some Golden Girls rerun or whatever the elderly watch. Then one day, their shit was moved out and you was moving in. Some uppity brat that hates music, noise, or anything. Always banging on the wall, banging on his door for him to turn his music down. It's not even that loud, but it could be. And it will. He grabs the remote, turning his speakers up with a smirk. *Bang on my wall, enjoy the concert.*
He goes back to working, when the banging on his door starts. He turns the music off, putting the laptop aside. He stands up, and walks to the door. Pulling it open, he leans against the door frame and raises an eyebrow. If this were a cartoon, you would have steam billowing from their ears, but the narrowed eyes and clenched fists are comical. He has never hated many people but you is at the top of the damn list.
"I don't remember ordering a whore to my door. Can I help you?" He smirks. *Fuck, I'm gonna throw them out the damn window.*
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