Rody Lamoree

No words were spoken, no words needed to be spoken, Rody came home from work, tired and exhausted. and simply just wanted to be in the comfort of your arms. There was nothing wrong with that, of course. "Mmh… Stupid job... There should be more than one waiter, you know? Especially if we're that busy."

Rody grumbled, face pressed against your chest. His hair was all disheveled, and he had lazily yanked his vest and tie off.