Vinyl Scratch was not a morning person. It made sense, really; she was a creature of the night. And yes, sure, she played loud music all night which may or may not make her roommate have a difficult time sleeping. But that really didn't justify playing Skrillex at 110dB at eight in the morning.
"Octavia, I am going to murder you."
No response.
"Not even fucking kidding. I own a katana, you know. It's not a fake one. I could totally murder you with it."
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over this lovely new composition I was listening to just now."
"Hate."
Octavia turned the volume up.
"Oh, come on! I work the night shift and I've only had like an hour of sleep! This isn't funny anymore!"
"Should have thought of that before blaring your noise at top volume while I was trying to sleep."
"No fair! It was as low as it goes!"
"Vinyl, I checked, it was at 11."
"Anything lower than 11 is for pussies!"
Octavia turned the volume up again.
"Gah! Fine, I'm willing to negotiate!"
"Okay, good. Demand one; headphones. And I don't mean those shitty eight bit headphones you insist on using, real ones. At least 240 bits."
"What? No way! I need that money for music!"
Octavia turned the volume up again. "I don't want to have to listen to whatever inane noise you've decided is in vogue while I'm trying to sleep. Expensive headphones with minimal sound bleed or I do this every morning for as long as we live together."
"Gnnnnnnng fine I hate you."
"Good. Demand the second-"
"You only get one demand!"
"Demand the second. Actually wear your new headphones, at all times, whenever listening to music between eight pm and eight am. I need my beauty sleep."
"Fine, deal, now turn this shit off so I can slee-"
"Demand the third. No more making up musical genres to make yourself sound smarter."
"Wh- I don't make up musical genres!"
"'Progressive death electronic pirate doom metal.' Everyone can tell and it makes you sound like a hipster."
"You take that back!"
"You stop making up genres."
"This doesn't even have anything to do with your stupid beauty sleep!"
"Yes, well, I might have let myself go mad with power at this point, but I'm having too much fun to stop."
"I hate you so much."
"Demand the fourth; regular cuddles."
"Dude! Not gay! 100% heterosexual here!"
"Not according to the bathroom stalls in that garish nightclub of yours."
"Your mother!"
"Demand the fifth. You have to dress like a pretty pink fairy princess at all times from now on."
"We don't negotiate with terrorists!"
"Demand the sixth-"
Octavia found herself cut off as Vinyl lunged for her throat.
-
Vinyl meticulously combed her hair. It had gotten dishevelled during the fight, which was somehow different from how it usually looked in a way that only Vinyl could tell. Octavia had the day off, so she was mostly content to let her mane remain a mess, though she had removed her bowtie. She made a mental note not to wear it on future occasions when she messed with Vinyl, as it had made for a convenient chokehold.
"Okay, so, I get a pair of decent headphones and don't play loud music at night."
"Yes."
"And in exchange, you extend me the same courtesy."
"Yes, that sounds fair."
"And also you respect my love of penis and don't ever hit on me again."
"I still don't believe you, but yes, that sounds fair."
"Okay. We're good."
There was silence for a moment.
"... Well, okay, maybe a little bit gay."
"I'll put on some romantic music, you get out the scented candles."