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Chapter 4

Before I began my morning ritual, I made my bed.

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[3rd person's POV]

Just as our main character Albino was leaving his bathroom-still wearing his elegant robe-he received a knock on his door. He adjusted the tie on his robe, arched his eyebrows smartly, and proceeded to see who dared to knock on his door. With a sigh, he peered at the object of the hellishly hot summer. Although the major possible person is his roommate, let's not turn down the possibility that his relatives who are checking in may be knocking on his door at that hour.

He was about to approach the door to open it when it already opened itself, revealing a topless jerk named Hank who was trying to barge in.

Viktor coughs and crosses his arms. "New rule: you can only barge in at my room when there's an ice cream truck or if there is an emergency" He does his best to be this strict and not fall upon that jerk's well-carved torso.

Hank said, "Hi babe," but Viktor slammed the door in his face. "I'm just kidding!" he snapped back, just as Viktor pulled out his famed poker face to open the door once again.

"Okay, so there is no ice cream truck, and this is an emergency. So do-holy shaking asses of Kardashians-is that a vine?" he points at the left hand of the albino man. Viktor's eyebrows furrowed as he lifted his left hand and checked what he was talking about.

Hank did not lie; there is a vine around his hand. There was no vine before, though, and he did not feel any constraints. He felt the vines with his left hand, but only felt his other hand just brushing his left. He had seen his right hand touching the vines in his vision. How in the hell?

"Man, that is weird. Do you feel weird? Want to go see a doctor?"

With a poker look on his face and a tinge of rage in his voice, he said,

"The only person who needs a doctor here is you. Now tell me, what do you want?"

Viktor slammed the door in his face once again. "I want-I mean, I ran out of shampoo; can you spare me some?"

"I guess that's a no." Hank shrugged as he spun around and was about to go to his room when someone threw a bottle of shampoo at his head. He looked where it came from as he saw Viktor going back to his room. He easily concludes it was from him. He picked up the bottle and went back to his room to continue the shower he needed.

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Viktor headed down to the kitchen after taking care of his skin for the day. They were running low on groceries as well, he realized as he opened the refrigerator. He let out a sigh and served them their leftovers for breakfast.