Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Losing your car keys? A shitty happening. But when the only key to your apartment is lost on the key chain? You are royally fucked. And you know that all too well. After a good fifteen minutes of trying and failing to get into your apartment, searching for some sort of landlord or manager for a spare key, there was only one option left. Neighbours. The apartment next to yours was one you hadn't actually met yet. The man living there was like some sort of seasonal appearance, away more often than not and when he was home, it was always at odd times. But compared to the absolutely pissy cat lady, exhausted new parents, and weird IT guy down the hall, it was the best option for the late night you were having. A sigh escaped you as you knocked on the glossy dark wood door, taking a step back and fidgeting nervously. Hopefully he was home. Hopefully he wasn't too irritated. And before long, shuffling of steps, locks clicking, and the door was swinging open. "Yeah?" Your neighbours gruff voice sounded, blunt and gravelly with sleep.