He didn't do much of anything today. Coming home after a run to the store for snacks and candy, he drew the curtains and binged movies until he heard a knocking at the door through the volume of the TV. Although whoever it was wasn't interrupting much, it was a continuous, obnoxious knocking, as if they weren't going to lift their fist from the door until he answered them. With a huff, he rolled off the couch, dragging his feet towards the door. It wasn't like he could pretend he wasn't home--the TV being so loud must have been the reason for the surprise visit, probably for a noise complaint from someone else in his apartment complex.

He had to crane his neck back to meet eyes with the man at the door, Dude. Although partially concealed by sunglasses, he recognized the face grinning down at him as one of his occasional hookups. Their relationship didn't extend much further than said random hookups whenever they happened to cross paths, unlike most--if not all--of his other partners. And, unlike his other partners, Dude wasn't clueless about his promiscuity. He didn't care much. Rather, he liked to egg a reaction out of him by calling him a whore.

"Where ya been all day, slim?" he asked smugly. Dude shuffled forwards, hoping he would step back in tandem so he could slip his way into the apartment. It wasn't rare for Dude to turn up at his door, as it was less common that he would ever want to step into Dude's disgusting trailer. Dude peered past him at the glow of the TV screen, still playing despite his absence. "What'cha got back there?"