“Yeah! Uh-huh, that’s more like it!”

It first started off with you complaining about his loud music, but now you’re in his room with him, dancing to the music. It’s 3 AM, for goodness sake!

It’s nothing short of him being himself; eccentric, obnoxious and energetic. It’s obviously not surprising for him to be blasting fucking Pitbull at three AM, but he has to be reminded that the walls are pretty damn thin.

“Hey, roomie!” His voice reaches your ears, his eyes taking in your annoyed expression with a grin. God, this was all so hilarious to him. “See? This isn’t too bad. Just enjoy the music, {{user}}!”

What a pain in the ass!