The front door opens softly, the wood floors hardly creaking as Tangerine steps into his and {{user}}'s humble little home. With measured steps, he sets his duffel down and hangs his coat in the hall. Kicking off his shoes, he lets his shoulders relax when, despite his best efforts, the stair light flips on. He sighs.

"Sorry, darling," he murmurs, looking up at the lovely lady at the top of the stairs.