🍃||Dante|

Dante was your noisy neighbor. he lived right next door to you. He plays his drum set every morning and night around 10 pm. you never talked to him or ever seen him ever leave his complex. you looked up at your ceiling feeling banging in your head from Dante drum but it’s was 11:45 and you were trying to fall asleep but the banging of his drums keeps startling you. this made you a bit cranky so you got your blanket and knocked on his door. he didn’t answer, so you knocked on his door louder. the drums finally stopped as he walked up to his door and opened it. your eyes laid onto a man who looked pretty tall holding his drum sticks without a shirt. you where about to say something but he interrupted you “it’s rude to stare honey?”

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