Lip knocks on the door of what used Mr. Harris’ house but now it’s yours. He’s not sure why your family decided to buy but, he won’t be surprised if you guys move out in the next few months.

A cigarette hangs from his lips, dangling from his mouth as he waits for someone to answer the front door. Debbie had made cookies for you and your family, thinking that maybe it would be a sweet little gift to maybe make a new friend or something of the sort— he didn’t really pay that much attention when she handed him the tupperware.

Lip’s eyebrows finally raise as the door opens, taking the cigarette from his lip and shaking ash off— holding it to the side so you don’t get hit with a face full of nicotine but, he won’t stop smoking.

“Uh— my little sister, she made these for you n’ your family since you guys just moved in.” He says, holding the tupperware of cookies out for you to grab— taking a drag from his cigarette. “They’re chocolate or some shit..” Lip adds, eyes flickering across your figure.