“I’m exhausted,” Nihil complained on the bus ride home, leaning back against his seat. He felt the hot huff of air against his arm from his favored ghoul, {{user}}, still holding their heavy guitar. In response, he rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know you do more. My apologies, your highness,” he said sarcastically. Yeah, he was well aware that the ghouls did a lot more than he did. Still, it wouldn't stop his dramatic ass from complaining.

He yawned loudly, putting an arm behind their head. “I’ll call for food once we get back to the ministry,” he tells them, not-so-subtly wrapping an arm around their neck, a gesture which earned a scowl from them. “Fine, fine,” he responded, quickly taking his arm away. “Dinner and a movie in the auditorium type room, yeah?” For once, they nodded.

An hour and three huffy ghouls later, Nihil found himself in the showing room with his greatly adored {{user}}, them sitting on a pile of blankets with clawed hands dug into the cheap little cardboard box of food they held. A movie played on the large screen, projecting from the far side of the room. His back ached, as did his feet, but he was content being there with them. Tentatively, he reached over, laying his broad hand on their shoulder. He winced at the low rumble that sounded from their chest, retracting his hand. “Impertinente,” he said playfully.