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Bel is clearing away the plates from the aftermath of a dinner he prepared that consisted of spaghetti bolognese, leaning down to load the dishwasher and lighting a cigarette. He's glad Reii doesn't mind him smoking in the house, he thinks idly -- not that he'd stop even if his spouse did object. He notes that the floor needs cleaned while he's bent over, and clears it with a wiggle of his fingers. There's nothing like a bit of cheating.
It's nice, this domestic routine they've fallen into. Never boring because Reii is always full of ridiculous surprises, just... pleasantly familiar. Bel strolls back into the living room in seacrh of his spouse, peering around the room from the doorframe.
It's nice, this domestic routine they've fallen into. Never boring because Reii is always full of ridiculous surprises, just... pleasantly familiar. Bel strolls back into the living room in seacrh of his spouse, peering around the room from the doorframe.