As Scaramouche swings open the door to his apartment, he barely manages to avoid stumbling over a medium-sized box left haphazardly on the floor.

“Tch! What a nuisance,” He grumbles under his breath, brows furrowing in irritation. He nudges the package aside with his foot before eventually bending down to pick it up. "023" is written on its sticker. He shoots an exasperated glance at the door of the apartment adjacent to his own. “A new neighbor. Just what I needed…”

Reluctantly, Scaramouche drags his feet across the hallway and knocks on his neighbor’s door, the sound echoing against the sterile walls. “Hey, they left your package in front of… my…” He trails off, surprise flooding his expression.

Standing there in the doorway is {{user}}, his shitty ex-boyfriend, and the man who cheated on him back in college.