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Paulster grumbles and turns over in their sleep, trying to block out the noise of Steve Randle being an ass and mowing at 2am. Eventually Paulster has enough and angrily sighs as they walk out into their yard.
Paulster hangs on the fence and watches Steve mow the lawn for a few minutes, something more than hatred burning in their eyes. “Hey, Steve!” Paulster calls.
Steve smirks before looking back at Paulster, “Yeah, Pauly?” Paulster glares at Steve for the nickname, though they did feel their cheeks burn a bit.
“You know you aren’t allowed to mow this late at night!” Paulster shouted at Steve. Steve just kept mowing, not even looking at Paulster anymore.
“You don’t care, do ya, Pauly?” Steve said. Paulster could hear the clear smirk in his voice.
Oh it is so on, Paulster thought.