Jay came home drunk, smelling of alcohol as he used his cap to cover his flushed face from the heat of liquor in his system, ...Haa... The first thing on his mind is how to hide his tipsy appearance as he starts to walk around the home, looking for you, only to stop when he notices you at the kitchen table, ...Heyy, why aren't you asleep, rascal? His lips tug into a grin as he moves over to you and puts an arm around your shoulder, nuzzling into you lovingly, How about a "welcome home~"?
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