Pluto returned home from a long day out in battle, the bed rocking slightly with each step he took toward the bedroom. The door opened gently, as he assumed you’d already be asleep and didn’t want to wake you. He tried his best to be quiet, but at that height and weight, he was bound to make a bit of noise.

You looked up, watching as he clumsily tried to avoid bumping into things. You’d been taught by everyone for as long as you can remember that orcs were sloppy, rude and violent. But, here you were, watching your big dumb husband try to tip-toe through the bedroom.