Literature
Keep it down a Notch | Septiplier OS | #.1O |
Ever so gently, the door handle was pushed down, the swinging motion followed by the moaning hinges in their wake. The hallway seemed deserted, with only a handful of lines of light filtering through the small openings in the fabric blinds. He turned his head back toward the sleeping frame lying in the bed, covered in a messy compilation of sheets and baggy pieces of clothing. Soft snoring was heard, accompanied by the heaving of his broad chest. Almost rhythmical, almost soothing. Red strands of messy hair sprawled about across his face, his mouth slightly agape. He smiled at the sight, shaking his head softly, then pulled the door shut beh