Thank you, it’s whispered to Daeshim, I’ll make you cinnamon rolls tomorrow…

But when he makes it to the bathroom, the door is immediately locked. Funnily enough, one might think his goal is sex - it’s not. It would be nice but given the way things…have progressed it just doesn’t…work the way it used to. (He’ll be very happy when things are closer to normal again.)

“You started it,” he mutters on his way to kiss the hell out of this damned gremlin, “one day she’s going to snap and turn me into one of those stone angels outside of a church.”