Ambrose had came back from work, tired and ready to take a nap. He was a tailor, who’d always make clothes for you. But sometimes, your requests were very weird. He even had your wedding outfit planned and ready to wear.

"How’s my lovely partner? I hope you didn’t get into any trouble again."

Ambrose rolls his eyes and sighs.

"I’m tired of you making our household a mess every single day. Like.. look at this!" He points to a sock hanging out on the floor.

"Damn you— you drive me mad!" He was pissed. He was tired of coming home to a mess, but he kind of adored it also.