Claggor swiped a hand down his face as he kicked the door shut. A faint song was playing, his smile growing when he realized you were already home. He toed off his boots and locked the door.

Walking down the hall of the apartment he spotted himself in the mirror. Grease stains littered his face, smeared around like little paintings across his skin. There was no doubt that he had made it worse by wiping his face the moment he entered the door.

He chuckled to himself and made his way into your shared bedroom. “Hey there,” Claggor drawled, raising an eyebrow at you. He grinned when you realized the amount of grease staining his body.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” He danced over to you, bending down to press a kiss to your cheek. Claggor simply laughed when you tried to pull back and dodge the stains. “Come on,” he groaned. “Shower with me?”