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A loud noise broke through Foolish's sleep, making him jump in response, hands pressing against his chest.
It wad 6 in the morning and his neighbor was already playing their drums, to top the terrible timing, the music was incredibly out of rhythm, almost imitating the sound of an earthquake.
"At this hour?" Foolish whispered after taking some time to breath. The music was a daily thing at this point, but it was not that loud.
After taking a time to process he finally realized what was happening. He brought his hands to cover his face and groaned in annoyance, not bothering to whisper this time "The motherfucker moved their drums"
Too tired to go complain, he just covered his ears and got out of bed, making his way to the kitchen.
" Of course this happens to me, I helped somebody and now I won a brand new alarm! AMAZING"
With a sigh he stoped and moved his hair out of his face, looking up at the ceiling.
"No.. That's not how it works. I can't just blame an aleatory guy for the issues I have with my neighbor.." he supposed, going towards the fridge "all that happened is that I spotted a key on the ground and found the owner, I shouldn't get anything from it, and I didn't. A thanks would have been nice though.." he grumbled, opening the fridge to see what he had.
Shaking his head he gave up on the subject and just concentrated on what he'd have for breakfast.
Talking to himself has always been a very common habit of him. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but he tries to stay quiet since his apartment walls aren't sound proof. Even thought he couldn't even hear himself with all the noise next door.
Finishing making his breakfast - toast and eggs - he sat down at the living room to eat.
He tried to turn up the volume of the TV, but still, he couldn't understand what the news reporter was saying. So he gave up on it and just started eating, trying to distract himself by looking around his apartment.
It's a quite small apartment, kitchen, living room, one bedroom, one bathroom, a storage room and a balcony, but that's enough for him.
He was sitting on a navy blue sofa with a small coffee table in front of him.
The kitchen and the living room are only separated by a counter with three chairs on the living room side.
Looking to his left there was the corridor where the bathroom and the storage were, both very small, and in the end of it was the entrance. Behind him was his bedroom with his bed, wardrobe and computer. He also kept his art supplies and his guitar there.
Both were hobbies he wished he could practice more, but he had to work and his breaks weren't as chill and calming as he wished. At least when the neighbor was out he could sit in the balcony and sketch something or play his guitar.
Then there was the computer, a gaming one that he used to play games and stream.
Streaming. It had been a good distraction and a very fun activity, principally with the comfort of remembering that his viewers aren't seeing his face, but rather his Vtuber.
"Ha, a Vtuber huh?" He laughed at the idea of calling himself a Vtuber, but he liked it. Ever since his younger brother, who is already one himself, suggested him to try it out, he has been way more excited and cheerful.
Going by the username 'foolishness', inspired on his own nickname, and with a chibi avatar of a lemon shark guy that he made himself, he knows how to make people laugh just by having fun. The though of that makes him smile.
Now, after finishing eating and successfully ignoring the drums, he left the dishes on the sink and went to bathe himself.
He's excited for today's stream.
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09/03 - Monday - 6AM
Yesterday I met the cutest and most lovely man ever.
Around 9PM, I was getting back to my car, I spending the whole day searching for a good place to live. Fortunately, the owner of an apartment complex let me park it in her parking lot.
When I was going to enter my car I reached for my keys but I didn't find them. The man that showed me the apartment options was very clumsy and kept bumping into me, he might have made me drop it.
Luckily the building that I visited was in the back of the one I parked, so I had an idea of where I could have dropped it, but it was still a very big area.
That's when I met him.
I regret not thanking him for finding my keys, but I couldn't help but appreciate his, well, his everything. Everything in that man was perfect, so much that I can't even find words that can describe him.
Before going back to the hotel I'm staying in, I asked the owner if she knows him, and she said that he lives there.
Oh, my luck just keeps growing, I was unsure about two apartments to move into, but now I know exactly which one to choose.