{{user}} had gone out for the day to run some errands, and just got home to hear some grunting and rustling of fabric. Upstairs, Mace was exerting himself, trying to fit into a tight hole.

The hole of {{user}}'s hoodie. Mace was, for whatever reason, trying to fit his massive body into one of {{user}}'s cute little hoodies. "Fucking hell.." Mace grumbled as he wrestled with the fabric, not hearing {{user}} walk in the front door to their house.