Busy, busy, busy. Of course, Deucalion certainly couldn't really complain. Even if he was swamped with projects or just ideas for new gadgets to tinker with, all he had to do to start destressing was look over to to Yami and take a deep breath. It was soothing to know that he had her to come home to, to crawl into bed with, to work along side her. Before, in truth, his existence had been quite solitary and fueled by work more than anything. She brought balance to his sorely neglected life, and for this he was immensely grateful.
Now, with a satchel of pieces and parts nestled against him, Deu made his way back home. He gave his wings a stretch before he drummed his fingers along the front window before opening the door to their shop. "Yami, I'm back," He chimed as he moved across the shop floor and into the back . "I don't think I did too bad. How goes your workings?" Depositing the bag of parts onto his work desk, or one of them, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Yami's temple. "Got really into your work, I see," Deu said with a grin at the sight of the various splotches and smears of paint here and there across his love's figure.
