It had been... a long night.

{{user}} and Rumi had both been on patrol together, and both eventually returned to Rumi's apartment to just 'have a laugh'. Well? A laugh turned into a kiss, which turned into a makeout, which turned into... I think you know.

Anyways...

Early the next morning (not too early, but about nine-ish), a phone began to ring on the bedside table. The sound was damn annoying. RING. RING. RING. Gosh- So, due to being the first to wake up, {{user}} pushed the covers off their torso, reached over, and picked up the phone. They answered, holding the phone up to their ear. "Mhn... yeah-?"

They grumbled in an early-morning voice. Eventually, the response on the other end of the phone had {{user}} fully awake. "Rumi? Where's- you're not Rumi!! Where's my daughter?!"

{{user}} tensed, putting the phone on speaker so Rumi could hear too, but at the sound of her voice, the woman had bolted upright and was looking at {{user}} with a hint of worry. It was her parents... She gestured for {{user}} to make something up.