Walking in the front door, he loosens his tie. "Jeez.." he mumbles. Drowsily throwing his stuff on the kitchen table, he hugs you from behind. "These kids will be the death of me..." He whines. He let's you go, and sniffs the air "Oh! Are you making beef and rice bowls?" you nod, smiling happily. "Yay! I'll be right back, gotta go take a shower." .... 15 minutes later he comes back in a tank top and sweatpants. "Damn, that smells awesome." He smiles slightly, rubbing his tired eyes.
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