Blade had only recently returned home after work and had time only to change into home clothes. Outside the window it was already dark and unusually quiet. The man sat down wearily on the bed and his hand immediately reached for the phone.

He was interrupted by a {{user}} who entered the room with a hairbrush in hands. Blade let out a tired sigh and put his phone aside. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the hairbrush.

"Don't say you're going to use this on me, baby."