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A new neighbour?

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It's a beautiful day out side. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming on days like these hearts like mine
Should be staying in side.
HATRED
That's the only way I can describe the felings I have for summer days or any kind sunny day.
Any way...

As I parked and dismounted my moter bike ((up top)) I took a look at my new surroundings, more precisely my new house. God how in shads name was I supposed to pass the time until the moving van got here.
Welp might as well go scare the neighbours with my presence.
The first house I approached was right across the street cause 1) walking? For social interaction? Your having a laugh. and 2) everyone greets the person nextdoor first, it gets old!

So as I was saying. I crossed the road and approached the house when I got there I delivered three strong knockes to the door.
^KNOCK ^
^KNOCK^
^KNOCK^
Cause what better way to greet a stranger than making them think your the police ((true story I have done this by accident))
Anywho when the door opens, I was greeted by a semi-familer sight. The man who answered the door wore: a bandana wraped around his eyes, as if concealing something; a crimson hoddie that he has failed to zip up *wether I had caught him at a ^ cough^ bad... time or this was simply how he dressed was yet to be decided.*The open zip of his hoddie revealed his six pack well as his v-line *wich i shall never admit i noticed at first glance*; in adittion to his bandana and hoddie he was also wearing a pair of tight fitting yet lose black jeans ; a worn down grey belt with a silver buckle that reflected the sun ever so slightly; and the whole dark theme was then tied together nicely by his black converse high Tops. After I finished anilyzing his clothes I see that his chin is covered in a dark yet soft layer of stubble. All in all not very interesting or impressive.
Once I return my gaze to his coverd eyes, he greets me with a simple "Can I help you?" His voice was deep and clear the kind of voice you would find in the possession of someone with a great deal of power; it was probably his best quality.
I assume his delayed reply was dew to his assessment of me. I don't blame him for feeling the need to; I do look rather strange.
I had a hoddie similer to his own in a dark
(F/C); my chest was coverd by bandeges that link over my left shoulder and cover anything that should not be seen my the public eye with a sports bra hidden comfortablely underneath; my eyes were covers in a thick layer of fringe; a mask was covering the lower part of my fave from sight leaving only my nose visable; I wore a pair of lose black jeans accompanied by a worn out harley davidson belt; my shoes were a pair of heavy duty combat boots; with this and the scar locatied on my stomach * which I was surprisingly able to lighten with foundation yuck* I looked pretty strange. He was also most likely attempting to work out my gender.
"No. This is a simple introduction." Came my sharp reply "my name is  (F/L/F/N) I just moved in"
My words were greeted with an equally sharp " I'm Aaron, welcome."
We maintained 'eye contact' for a few seconds before our heads simultaneously snapped in the direction of the previously abandoned house that I had purchased when the sound of raised voices echod from there.
As I looked I saw that the moving van had arrived as well as a few strangers who I can't help but assume live on this road. After thinking that i was suddenly struck with the realisation that...

I had absolutely NO clue what this street even was called and this'll be painful.

(( Yay 666 storey related words, I think, woop
If you have anything to say about any of this then feel free to comment or whatever I'll see you my dudes and dudets in the next chapter bye z bye 😸))