:In which your neighbour has a lovely voice and it helps you sleep:
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You pulled the covers up over your body and settled into bed, waiting for the man in the apartment next to yours to start talking again. He was always active at this time, and you had absolutely NO idea who he was, but his voice always helped you get to sleep.
Right on time, you hear footsteps enter the room beside yours.
"No, I told you to stop calling me!" His furious voice carried through the walls, making your eyes snap open. You'd never heard him so angry before.
"What the fuck..?" You mumble, sitting up.
A loud bang shook the wall beside your headboard, causing a painting on it to fall to the floor.
"Jenn, shut up! You fucking cheated on me, lose this number perra estúpida!"
'...Maybe it's time to introduce myself to this mysterious man,' you think, pulling yourself out of bed and heading toward your mini freezer. You open it and pull out a tub of Ben & Jerry's before fetching your door keys and leaving the room. It doesn't register to you that you're still in your pyjamas, as you reach your neighbour's door.
Hesitating, and then knocking on the door, you feel your hand grow numb from the freezing cold condensation of the tub.
The door opens and a tall man with a baggy shirt and stubble is standing there. Most striking, however, is his prosthetic black eye. "Yes?" He asks in his husky angry voice, but all the frustration on his face leaves when you extend the ice cream toward him.
"Hi! My name is Y/N and, uh, the walls here are kinda thin. Sounded like you needed some ice cream, and... maybe a friend?"
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