"Come on." Coco called out, grabbing the basket from Heiren's hand, "Let's go? Is everyone good to go?"
"Yes, Coco." Zaque answered as he walked down the stairs, his red hair flowing down his shoulders in a cascade of fiery strands.
As he moved, he reached up and quickly tied his hair at the nape of his neck, the smooth locks pulled back into a tight ponytail with the remaining strands framing his face in a curtain of crimson.
His gaze was focused ahead, his expression serious as he continued to make his way down the staircase, his footsteps light and steady.
"I'm done double checking the rooms upstairs." Zaque informed his wife as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, "I also locked the doors. Here's the key, Heiren."
Zaque tossed the keys towards the second husband and Heiren was quick to catch it mid-air.
