Rough Day?

Ethan 

Demyan walked into the house from the garage looking like a pure yet beautiful zombie. His hair was straightened reaching all the way down to his midthigh, light makeup accented his features and the plain black tracksuit he wore with flip flops looked like it could still make it to the cover of a magazine. 

I had just finished giving Belli a bath and she had fallen asleep extremely quickly in our bed. To be honest I was not expecting Demyan to pop in tonight because I knew the photoshoot had taken longer than expected. 

He dragged his legs to me as I sat on the couch and due to the open plan of the house I could see every single moment. He gave me a lazy smile before he collapsed down on the couch opposite me. 

"Rough day?"

He nodded with a yawn, "You have no idea but fruitful too."