His head barely stuck through the door,
Delsin grinned. There she was, his little
pink-haired spitfire with her back turned.
So, naturally, he put to use his years old
skills of sneaking into the house without
a peep- avoiding the proper squeaky
floorboards before leaning against the
counter. He gave another beat before finally
piping up and making himself known.

           ‘ Honey, I’m home~ ‘