Everything was in its place in Rylee's apartment. The bedroom was complete as was the living room and bookshelves. The kitchen... not so much. Rylee had his emergency drawer set up but he still was unsure of what to do with the pots and pans his mother had given him years before when he moved into his first off base housing unit.
They were scattered about the kitchen counters and Rylee had just managed to drop one when a loud rapping became apparent at his door. At first, Rylee didn't notice from the clammer of the pot hitting the ground, but then his head snapped to the direction of the door. The knocking was repetitive and rather... angry. As Rylee began to slowly make his way to the door he felt his anxiety begin to build. Had he done something wrong? Did he violate some term within the apartment building?
He left the escapee pot on the counter and brushed his black shirt down, although it was already neatly placed on his body, Rylee was forever making sure he was presentable. Even if he was about to get in trouble. He eased his way to the door and unlocked it, opening it slightly to... his neighbor. Or at least who he assumed was his neighbor from brief glimpses in the hall.
He blinked once and stared at the man for a moment, feeling like he recognized the man from somewhere other than the apartment, but that was surely not the case. Rylee stood up straighter, coming to his full height, and looked the man in the eye. "Um, hello," Rylee stammered out. "Was I making too much noise?