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He growled as he stuck his key into the knob of his apartment room door. It moved slowly, resisting Argath’s wrist turning it.
Fuck this broken door. It’s as piss poor as that stupid employer-- He yanked the key out and turned the knob, knowing full well this was to be futile. Finally, the blonde gave up and slammed his body into the door, which did indeed open the door-- but sent Argath tumbling onto his stomach.
“FUCK!” Argath yelped. The ceiling was spinning more than the fan stuck to it, and he felt nauseated now. He might have also been more than a little drunken on his way home.
But, at least he was home. Now he could try to salvage the remaining hours of this horrid day....














