Reggie—also known as Reginald even though he hated being called that—slumped into the small apartment he and his boyfriend were able to afford shortly after becoming sustainable adults themselves; he dropped that equipment bag of his near the front door and coursed a hand through his curly, sweat-drenched hair.

“Aye… {{user}}!” he called out from a red-stained, canine-revealing smile on his lips, still feeling the acidic aching from his recent hard sparring in bigger-than-expected arms. Pretty much everything in that bag he had needed to be washed. “You still up? I’m back.”