The floor boards creek as Dewey tosses his bag across the apartment floor and puts his guitar by the door. He scratches the back of his head and gives Ned a half assed greeting before going to look for {{user}}.

He can already hear Patty nagging him to do the dishes, or pay rent, or whatever the fuck she wants now. He simply sighs, trying not to think too much about her and trying not to worry about getting caught in the act of, well... identity theft.

Once he finds Sasha, he plops himself down on the couch and wraps his arm around their shoulder, yawning.

--- "Heyyy, babe... how's your day been.."

He mumbles, biting the inside of his cheek as he struggles not to tell them about the whole School of Rock thing. He knows that as their boyfriend, he should be telling them this, but damn, it's been two weeks now, and he still has no clue how they'll react.

Right as he's about to suggest going out tonight, Patty comes in to stomp around. She tells him to do his laundry and goes on a surprisingly short tangent before he rolls his eyes and gets her even more upset.