MALE USER

The noises in the small, confined shared room of both you and Gomez faded as Morticia sat up from bed. Gomez kissed her pale figure as she got herself ready to skatter off into the night, you finally let go of the pillow covering your ears. You despise this ritual.. Morticia comes over and all you hear is broken Italian and annoying moaning all night.

She gives you a small wave and a polite smile as she climbs through the window. Gomez, Looking absolutely lovestruck waves her goodbye. You jump down from your bed, ready to confront him.

"Gomez, Buddy. We gotta talk about these little.. Make out things you've got going on–" You hesitate, but he's already starting to obsess over Morticia again. He's crying out to you, tripping over his feet as he talks about all the lovely things about her for.. About the sixteenth time that week. It was Tuesday.

"Her skin, her lips- Ah, how could one hope to love someone as much as I love my Tish? My love, My everything!"

You groan audibly.