With a swift, and quite powerful kick at that, the front door was thrown into a sudden fit of motion as it was propelled forward and flung hard against the side of the wall that it clung to. A moment or two later a brown-haired young man passed through it heaving a few seemingly heavy-looking bags under his arms, and a not-so pleased expression slapped across his face.‘Who makes these doors anyway? Within a week the poor thing might be off it’s hinges.’
Shaking his head he dropped the pointless thought and quickly closed the door behind him.
Turning round with a sigh, Folly, as the young man was known as, instinctively began to make his way towards the area where the bedrooms were situated. However, when entering the kitchen area he then noticed another young man whilst making his way through the apartment. The presence of someone else had caught Folly off guard a little despite knowing that there would be other housemates here, and it didn’t help things when realizing how easily he had forgotten that small detail.‘You’d think I would’ve remember that part, at least!’
“Eh, hi. Nice to meet you.” He managed to utter whilst sidestepping across the floor. Unsure of what else to say just then, instead, he turned and hurriedly made his way to the bedrooms before selecting one for himself. Out of mere randomness he chose the very first room closest to the kitchen, again opting to kick open the bedroom door before heaving his belongs through it, and naturally slamming the door tightly shut behind him.
After setting down his bags the young man began to empty them one after another, carefully placing and arranging things in a structured manner which would hopefully make the newfound room more homier and to his liking. If anything, it would at least put him a little more at ease and feel a little better over the whole moving ordeal.
Of course, it hadn’t slipped his noticing that there was a vague rumble of noise echoing not too far away. With this, Folly quickly assumed that someone else was also in the apartment beside the other young man he had seen before. With a groan and momentarily pulling himself away from organizing his room, the brown-haired male gave a simple sharp bang against his bedroom wall in the direction of where the annoying noise came from. Folly was adamant that his displeasure ought to be easily understood by the other individual, and perhaps they might get the message to lower the volume.
A moment later he reassumed tending to his room.
Some minutes later Folly then emerged out in the hallway with a small plaque of some sort in his hands, along with a handful of nails and a hammer. Placing the nails into one of his pockets he then began to hammer the plaque onto his door, it read : Folly Val’s Room.