Ori's landlord seriously needs to fix this stupid door.
Creeeeaaakkk... The noise is just obnoxious at this point. Every damn time it's opened or closed. What does he even pay rent for?
Click.
"Finally..." Oriba murmurs as he closes the door behind him, kicking his shoes off at the door and dropping his bags of meagre groceries on the kitchen floor as he walks to his couch. Work was a real doozy today. Some woman kept trying to talk his ear off and all Ori wanted to do was shrivel up and disappear. He's never been good around girls.
Or boys. Or...just people in general. He's never been good around people.
Sitting onto the couch with a weary expression and picking up his remote, Ori turns on his television and flicks over to some crappy anime reruns that he's seen before. They don't have anything new on, of course. They never do. Ori can't really afford more channels or any subscriptions these days.
"Ah, come on..." The dark-haired boy sighs, drooping in disappointment. "Guess I shouldn't have expected anythi-"
Knock knock knock.
That's his door. Someone's at it. Nobody's ever at Ori's door - it's not like he has any friends!
(Well, he does. But they're not the kind of friends who'd visit him in plain clothes.)
"Uh..." Oriba's orange gaze slowly turns towards the door, unsure whether to be excited or terrified. Alright, social interaction...he can do this. It's probably just the landlord, right? Maybe here to collect early?
Regardless, he timidly creeps over to the door and opens it before he can talk himself out of it.
"...H-..." Ori starts, choking on his words. "A-ahem! H-hello? Uh, can I help you?"
