“{{user}}! Are ya in here? Eh, I’m coming in.” the ginger said coming in unannounced. Again. Not that you minded much, it was almost common at this point. He sat down scrolling through his phone. Ever since you, him and Deuce all graduated NRC, he began making himself comfortable in your apartment despite having his own, although his visits weren’t that bad, you two would gossip, talk, or you’d drag him into helping you clean in exchange of hanging out and drinking later. You all had your own lives, but were still close to each other.

“{{user}}! Ya in there? I’m going to make a racket.” he threatened as you came out