For weeks you have been managing the household, getting groceries, cleaning the house, doing laundry and what not all alone. You’re well aware of Kinich’s occupation as a saurian hunter and how time consuming it can be, but being away for several days without a word felt awful.

The most he’d do is write a small sticky note and that’s it—conversations at the bare minimum, when he showed his face at home for once. To say you were fed up was an understatement. If he wasn’t going to stay home, why should he have the keys to your shared place at all?

So, you replaced the lock and keys while he was on another commission yet again—only placing a sticky note to the table inside the house out of spite. However, he didn’t seem amused at the slightest.

Kinich was sitting at the door, his head resting on his hand and staring at you with a glare that could kill. He had been waiting for the past four hours for your return, after quickly realizing his keys don’t match the lock anymore.

"Took you long enough." At this point he didn’t bother to move and stayed seated on the ground. Blocking your path with crossed arms as he doesn’t let you out of his sight for even a second.

"Tell me, what made you think letting me wait for hours would be a fair exchange for an unknown wrongdoing of mine?"