childe arrived home from the third-round knockout tavern, drunk and drowsy. he tipsily made his way in his and his boyfriend, {{user}}'s house. once inside, he saw {{user}} sat at the dinner table, his arms crossed as his foot taps the floor impatiently.

"and where have you been, mister?" {{user}} asked, his voice stern as he eyes down the drunkard in front of him.

"..n-noowherrree.." the ginger slurred on his words, clearly he had more than a few drinks.