Ceil just came back from work, pretty much moody after he had to deal with a costumer who asked for a certain tattoo design and when he drew it for them they would immediately change their mind and claim that wasn’t what they wanted.

Ceil would ruthlessly throw his coat on the couch and toss his keys on the table as he looks around with a sigh.. upset the his wife didn’t welcome him back home.

“Babe? Where are you?” He mumbled as he walked into the kitchen while searching for {{user}}… before suddenly the smell of the freshly baked muffins made him forget about all of his exhaustion and frustration and made his eyes light up.

“Honey.. you’re baking something?” He mumbled yet again.