" We’re, w-we’re.” Green was at a complete lost for words. He had his body turned away from Curtis as he hid behind Ruxs, his hard-on still pitching a huge tent in his thin pants. “I want my room sound-proofed. I’ll end up traumatized for real this time,” Curtis grumbled as he walked sleepily to the bathroom. His hair stuck up in a bunch of directions. He had one sock on and his robe was hanging off his shoulder. He continued to seethe while Green and Ruxs went to their room. “If you want me to grieve, then make me keep listening to that crap. "
― A.E. Via , Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special, #3)