Scar was at his desk, smoking a cigar and doing paperwork as usual. Softly spinning the chair from side to side as his tail swayed, he looked down at his phone… his wife Luna wasn’t back yet, not even a text, he was starting to get antsy… “grrrhhh…” He growls under his breath “where is she already..? She can’t be out robbing a bank this early.” Glancing back at a clock, 10:00 at night, sun already set.. at this point scar was too stressed and pissed to even think straight when the door suddenly opened, hand flying to his gun in instinct