He was sitting in his bed, pretty chill, watching some movies. He had some popcorn in his lap, chewing at it loudly. Suddenly he heard the door knock, raising an eyebrow.

“Who’s there? And what do you want?” He asked, yelling. Suddenly he facepalmed, remembering the only person who knocked on his door before opening it, or bashing it open and making him fix the hinges.

“Come in.” He said before you could speak up.