_:(´âĄ`ă â ):_ (For Lheott of course.)
The moment Moxi saw her door, she knew who was in her home. The lock was blown off, and there was only one person in the world who did that. Groaning a little, the bartender shuffled her way inside, oh so cautiously. If he was here, there was probably some trap, or present waiting for her.
...
Huh. Nothing downstairs. Narrowing her eyes, Moxi turned and shuffled her way upstairs. She was quite happy to take her time. It was a long day at work after all. As she rounded the top of the stairs, she scanned the room and stopped almost immediately.
There he was, laying prone on her bed.... in her lacies. Her eyes rolled and she took a deep breath, before moving towards the bed. The waggle of his brows drew a snort from her before she flopped and laid beside him.
âGood. You can rub my back so I can fall asleep.â
Proooobably not the reaction he was expecting.








