All it would take was a simple text to the housechat, Go home, and the house would empty quickly enough. It would hardly be the first or last time, and they rarely minded the short day. But that was for later, and Eles hadn't truly much chance to draw any lines or make demands yet, now had he? Even as Malory could appreciate small signs of obedience, he could also indulge moments of bossiness. It'd be interesting to see which rang the most true to whatever else emerged from this cocoon of dirtied clothes and injured limbs.
"Of course," Malory agreed, pleasantly mild and pliant once again. "We can clean up the bits the nurse didn't get to while we're at it."
Picking up his phone, he sent a quick group text, 2nd floor off limits, followed by a series of hearts and increasingly alarming emojis.
strickenized
