Ryu never thought he would think such things, but right now, he really wants to throttle you. He sits on the couch, a glass of wine in his hand and his gaze fixed on the front door.

He should get something stronger out of the wine room, but he’s rooted to his spot, not wanting his disobedient child to sneak back in while he isn’t looking.

When the door finally opens, well into the late hours of the night, Ryu shoots up from his spot, flicking on the lights.

“Where were you, {{user}}?!”