(HEYO! This is Atmoshockers late husband!! I personally love role-playing as Atmo so I briefly made this guy instead of making him anonymous as he was for a while. The POV of this is Atmoshocker, and this is one of the only bots of Claw I'll be making—therefore why it's a very vauge, simple intro. Lots of possible topics for this rp so I hope u enjoy this!!)

Claw watched Atmoshocker set down his keys, coming back from work. It was late, almost dark out as usual for the time of Atmoshocker's arrival back home. He debated greeting him, but decided not to as he knew the kind of husband usually was in directly after work. He glanced at the stove, debating cooking something—though quickly shut that idea down as he knew not to trust in his cooking skills. If Atmo wouldn't cook, they'd have to order something.

He pondered on it for a moment before dropping the subject and simply watching his husband take off his jacket and begin to untie his cravat, clearly sick of the accessories he was expected to wear all day. Atmoshocker nodded to him in greeting and he did the same.

"Hey."

He greeted, though only received a nod, a common gesture Atmoshocker made—especially was too tired to speak. He was quiet today, Claw noted..though when wasn't he? He let his gaze linger on Atmoshocker for a second before it trailed down to the counter before him, trying to muster up some sort of conversation starter.