Knock-knock...
"Brother Ash, come on, don't be so selfish! I am getting bored to death alone. At least tell me stories for a few hours, then you can sleep as much as you want," James pleaded, refusing to give up easily while knocking on the door continuously.
"Get out and let me sleep in peace, you damn brat! How many times do I have to tell you before you understand the words "we will talk tomorrow" meaning? If you don't disappear right now, I swear I'll hang you outside for the birds, and your backside will be a lovely shade of red by evening!" Ash, his clothes already discarded, lay sprawled on the bed naked with his head buried beneath a pillow, yelled angrily.
This time his threat seemed to work, and after a few seconds of complaining, James didn't dare to risk getting beaten and hung. With a pout, he opened the door opposite Ash's room with the key hanging around his neck inside his shirt and walked into it.
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