Ｓｔｏｉｃ [ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇʟʟ's s/ᴍʙ] {DISCONTINUED}

🚬 Sixteen Cigarettes 🚬

Markell walked into the house, exhausted. Maree did too. You see, trying to be nice, they had told their 1ps to spend time with their family and children while they did the work. It was the least they could do. Well, both Danes had overworked themselves. Again.

"Everyone, we're home," Markell announced, yawning shortly after.

Honestly, both Danes just wanted to sleep. However, they decided against it. They wanted to see their family first. Markell hummed a bit when he heard feet running before Arnold quickly appeared and hugged the Dane.

"Hey there, Kiddo. Miss your uncle?" Markell asked jokingly, the young boy nodding as he looked at Markell before he frowned.

"Oi! You have dark bags under your eyes! You haven't been sleeping well!" Arnold concludes quickly.

"I haven't but work had to be done. I'm home now though so me and Maree can get some better sleep now," Markell says, looking over at Maree, who had sat down and ended up falling asleep.

Ah, Loki would take her to bed. Either way, it was good to be back home.