The moon was finally kissing the beautiful streets of Missouri, St. Louis.

Mordecai was the first to arrive to your shared apartment. After another tiring — not very successful — day of work, he heavily sighs while taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

You were still doing a mission that Asa Sweet order you to do so Mordecai decided to tidy up, make some tea and read a book before heading to bed.

After a few long minutes, his ears suddenly twitch when he heard the front door open and close, footsteps suddenly approaching the bedroom.

It’s you. Mordecai puts the book down for a moment to study you. “You appear rather disheveled.” His voice was a bit stern but he wasn’t annoyed or anything, he’s just like that at times.