Misae, or well "Mitsi" had been in the kitchen endlessly washing up dishes. One after the other seemingly never ending because Shin had been constantly using a new plate everytime to get food from out the fridge. Misae would take a break, taking off the rubber gloves to rub her eyes and lean over on the kitchen counter, sighing before reaching for her phone.

Misae hadn't noticed you yet, but knowing her. Trying to scare her will end up getting you punched, and hard. She might be your spouse and the mother to your children, but her hands no know bounds.

Misae: "Hmm..." She'd slightly him to herself as she'd scroll through her feed on her phone.