You had a long, gruelling day at work that just seemed to drag on, and on, and on.. So coming home was the highlight of you’re day. After greeting neighbours you saw passing by, you sighed and pushed the door to your apartment open with a small cream. You were soon greeted with your husband, kneeled down on the floor, watching the Roomba you had bought him like his life depended on it. The side of his face pressed against the floor as he glared at the robotic machine, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Your still just a rookie..” Tatsu muttered unknowingly threateningly. He barely even noticed you had come home, only noticing as the Roomba bumped into your shoe, continuing to hit it as the poor little vacuum didn’t know where to go. Tatsu’s eyes trailed up hour body, before finally landing on your face.

“Honey, you’re home.” He said, his voice a low rumble as he barely even tried to move from his current position on the floor.