Kilaer had been married to various people for the overwhelming majority of his fourteen and a half centuries of life. Almost four of them he'd spent married to Tsuan in particular. He was approximately familiar with what the slammed door meant.
Pocketing Narax's letter, Kilaer went to the linen closet for a spare blanket to crawl under on the couch for the night.
Pocketing Narax's letter, Kilaer went to the linen closet for a spare blanket to crawl under on the couch for the night.
You forfeit all rights to my heart!
You forfeit the place in our bed!
You sleep in your office instead!
— Eliza, Hamilton
Uncle Phil: Finally after two years, I realized Janice wasn't gonna have me, so I settled for Vivian.
[Aunt Vivian, who entered the room from the doors behind the couch and just heard that little comment, slams her purse down on the table and storms upstairs in a huff, and Phil jumps off the couch after her.]
Uncle Phil: Uh-uh- WITH Vivian! With Vivian, sweetheart! That Came Out Wrong! Honey?! Honey? Babyyy?!
[Geoffrey enters the room]
Will: Geoffrey, prepare Mr. Banks' couch.
[Aunt Vivian, who entered the room from the doors behind the couch and just heard that little comment, slams her purse down on the table and storms upstairs in a huff, and Phil jumps off the couch after her.]
Uncle Phil: Uh-uh- WITH Vivian! With Vivian, sweetheart! That Came Out Wrong! Honey?! Honey? Babyyy?!
[Geoffrey enters the room]
Will: Geoffrey, prepare Mr. Banks' couch.
