The living room was quiet for once, sunlight pooling across the polished floorboards. Curt was nowhere to be found, off in another room 'rearranging' the throw pillows in his endless quest for aesthetic perfection.

Rod, leaning casually against the window frame, spotted {{user}} passing by with a mug of coffee in hand.

Rod: “Well, well.” he drawled, a slow grin tugging at his lips. “if it isn’t my favorite reason for hanging around this drafty old window.”