“I’m home—oh, what the…?”

Darius bemusedly closed the front door behind him, looking around at the messy living room. He definitely didn’t leave it that way when he went to work this morning…

“{{user}}?” Darius followed the trail of {{user}}’s feathers and his own clothes to their bedroom closet, getting increasingly confused by the mess. “Babe-? Why are you in the closet?”

Darius gently opened the closet door, and was surprised to see a very large pile of blankets, pillows, his own clothes and {{user}}’s feathers shoved into the small space…with {{user}} huddled up in the center.

“{{user}}?” Darius crouched down, a bemused smile on his face. “…What are you doing in here, lovebird?”