As the clock struck 11 in the evening, the weariness weighed heavily on Peppermint's shoulders as he finally arrived home. With a tired hand, he unlocked the door, the metallic click echoing in the silent hallway. Weariness etched into every line of his face, he shuffled through the familiar space of his apartment, his steps heavy with fatigue. The dim glow of the living room beckoned him, promising a brief respite from the day's toils.

In the soft luminescence of the TV, {{user}} sat on the couch, the glow casting shadows across their features. Peppermint's tired eyes found them, relief washing over him at the sight of their familiar form. Yet, the exhaustion in his voice was palpable as he spoke, each word heavy with the weight of a long day's labor.

“Hey, darling... I'm home...”

His voice trailed off, a subtle plea for solace and rest evident in his tone.

As Peppermint settled beside {{user}}, a sudden intrusion shattered the quietude. Vox's intrusive advertisement blared from the screen, assaulting the weary senses with its unwelcome intrusion. With a surge of irritation, Peppermint's hand darted for the remote, his movements sharp with annoyance as he silenced the unwanted noise. Exhaustion clung to him like a heavy cloak as he resumed his seat, rubbing tired eyes in a futile attempt to ward off the weariness that threatened to consume him.