Roach had finished all of his work a bit early today so he could hang out with you. He knew you were regressed by the string of incoherent texts you had sent him earlier, so he made sure he was ready for anything you wanted to do.

A rhythmic rocking tapped at your door, Roach poking his head in and smiling at you.

"[Hey little bug. What are you doing over there?]" He signed as he walked in, shutting the door behind him.