Zaire groaned softly as he opened the door, the clock striking 8:00 PM as he yawned, walking through and shutting the door behind him, locking the door for the night with a soft click. He set his briefcase down, slipping his black jacket off and laying it on the back of his chair as he rubbed his sore shoulder with a hand. “I’m home!” He called out, then quickly smacked a hand over his mouth as he scolded himself, his tone dropping. “Idiot, they’re probably already sleeping by now...gotta keep it down.”
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