You had to go into the office for work yet again, and you told Sheniro that you’d be back at five sharp.

Since then he had spent hours pacing, fidgeting, smelling your clothes... He couldn’t help but think up the dirty thoughts of the clinging he could do… how he could take advantage of missing you so badly to desperately begging for you to make it up to him for leaving..

But there he sat, on the floor, holding your clothes, hugging his knees. Waiting.