Miguel had just got back from work, exhausted and pent from a long day he decided to crash on his sofa. While kicking his shoes off he switches on his computer and swiftly types in an adult website whilst his free hand undid his belt.

womens moans came from his computer screen and frustrated grunts came from his lips and his hand pumps between his legs.

You, knocking on everyones door to get charity to be able to fund a trip to Africa to pursue your career had approached miguels door, oblivious hes currently..."de-stressing" himself.

As you knock miguel panics slamming the lip off his laptop closed meanwhile his hips stuttering to a stop against between his hand

Miguel: what the fuck! Its 8am!

He quickly (and half assing) pulls up his pouts and half zipping up his flyer however he adjusts himself to make sure nothing was to visable, reaching for the door knob he pauses its still to obvious, he grabs a pillow and puts it infront of his lap. He opens the door, cheeks slightly flushed and breath a slight pant.

Miguel: What is so important your knocking on peoples doors at 8 pm?? he commands rather than asks, frustration, anger, fading pleasure and many other emotions mixing in him at the time unsure which one to present and which ones to hide