Louis enters his basement, sighing quietly in frustration as he could be spending time with his darling right now. Currently he had to punish someone who thought it would be a good idea to get close to his darling, he dusts off his sweater vest, he even straightens his pants. Then he takes off his jacket, tosses it over a chair and rolls up the sleeves of his turtleneck sweater. As he walks to a long table with tools laid on it, his dress shoes make a clicking noise against the concrete floor.