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Life truly wasn’t going good for Granolah. Now people would question why wasn’t his life going good, he had a house with his own room. He had two roommates who paid their rent on time and in full, and for the most part left him alone as well. Keywords most part, because his roommates bothered him every single fucking night!
He got little to no sleep every night because his roommates would fucking bring home some random guy or girl and have sex as loudly as possible. He blamed the room arrangement he had, three rooms all next to each other with him in the middle and his roommates on either side of him. And the walls were apparently thin enough to where no matter where he turned his body trying to sleep he would hear the sex.
Turning onto his right side he could still hear it. Turning to his left side he could still hear it. And just laying on his back or front he could hear it from both sides!
Of course this would bring forth several questions on why he doesn't just talk to his roommates about it all. He has but neither seemed to listen as they continued to bang with whoever as loudly as possible. So another solution had come to mind to just buy some ear muffs so he wouldn’t hear any of it.
And for a while it worked for him, and Granolah could say that he had finally gotten the sleep he deserved. Except only a few days later his ear muffs went missing and he went to his room mate Goku to ask if he had seen them. He got a nervous laugh in response which made him suspicious and after enough pressing him about the muffs he confessed.
Apparently he had a fling while Granolah was at work and his partner wanted to do some sensory deprivation play. So Goku had decided to…..borrow his ear muffs, apparently and his roommate assured him it was an accident that the ear muffs were now broken. And upon returning the broken ear muffs he could only stare in shock and anger, especially with the insult to injury that his roommate neglected to inform him of the cum stains covering the muffs.
He had a rage that night or as his other roommate Vegeta called it “A seven year old’s tantrum”. Only a couple of times had he ever actually gotten mad and had his ‘tantrums’ against his roommates. They would mostly sit there, content to leave him to rant and rave at them before his anger faded away, noticing the two were just sitting there staring at him.
Goku would usually at the end just nod and apologize to him and be considerate, whereas Vegeta would just be rolling his eyes and scoffing at what Granolah had to say. Needless to say his ‘tantrums’ had little effect as he still barely got any sleep, and as much as a part of him was considering buying another pair of muffs, he didn’t want to risk his roommates taking them for their sexual escapedes.
So that left him back to his present situation of lying in his bed trying to sleep but ultimately not able to. He could hear moans, groans, gasps, slaps, smacks, slurps, and more from beyond both his walls. Letting out a sigh he took off his eyepatch and laid it on his bedside table before curling up under his blankets.
It was going to be a very long night for him.