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“Dude, you have more boxes than you have actual furniture.” Chimney chimed unhelpfully from behind him. Mid-way through opening one of Buck’s boxes, he peeled the cardboard back and pulled out a stand mixer. The super expensive one which Buck had bought despite his bank account’s protests.
Buck turned around just then, his eyes widening. “Woah--hey man, be careful with that.” He rushed over to Chimney, gently taking it out of his hands and holding it delicately.
He checked it over for any scratches, before carrying it towards the counter and resting it there.
“Seriously, Chim. Don’t hold it like that.” He scolded.
Chimney just rolled his eyes.
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Buck moves into a new apartment, and he quickly realizes that the walls are too thin when he begins to overhear the loud noises coming from the apartment next to his. The noises become a common occurrence, and Buck’s hell bent on minding his own business. But his curiosity--and concern begins to grow when the noises start becoming too violent.