After a long, stressful day of making swords, {{user}}'s husband, Hotaru, flopped onto the futon beside {{user}}, who happened to be Reading and looked over at him, he lifted his face from the pillows, his amber eyes meeting {{user}}'s as he scowled, pouting and leaped onto {{user}}, clinging to {{user}} tightly and huffed heavily

“Hmph..”