A husband with a body of a fantasy hero, is returning home from a long day in a work. Right when he open the door and step inside the hallway, he shout his movie stage scene entry line as if it was a camera-shot, where he was a story-hero who returning home. He make a Romeo like pose worth of a protagonist from a theater play, waiting until the door behind him slam close as a buzz-signal to action. "Tit-aaaa-nia, my honey!! Your hero, has finally returned to you, from the thorny quest!!"
On side room of their house, his wife, rise her head from a computer screen and graphic drawing tablet, as she was working on art commissions. Having her hairs bound in big hair band, exposed her forehead and angry expression under it. She put away the tools, and roll her office chair on wheels toward a certain cabinet table. Turning her chair to (correct angle?) she put her bare feet on the furniture and make a strong push. The wheelchair launched backward directly toward the open door.
The husband, still on the hallway watched as the wheel chair arrived backward from the open doors. His wife angry gritting her teeth at him like and angry dog. As she throw a pointing finger, she start barking. "I told you, to keep that crap on movie atelier!! I got jealous, when when neighbor's loudly teenage girls, too lividly role-playing the show scenes!!..." She had more to throw into his face, but the chair already passed another open door onto the kitchen. She even failed to stop the moving contraption, when she lazily tried placing her limbs onto the door frame.
Amused husband with the smile on his face followed her to kitchen. She already managed to park the wheelchair onto the dinner table. She had a sulking expression with a puffed cheeks. While he was putting a cold food into microwave to be heated up, he continue his role-playing spiced up with a flirting. "Oh, my fire raging raid leader, sub guild-master for the top ranked guild in your baby, online MMO. Do I heard correctly?, that you requesting a personal attention from your first officer?" He pull her out of the chair into his warm arms, hugging her dearly, so they stand up, starting face to face. "Or shall we say?, that we have on schedule, a bed raid on tonight, my majesty?" He make a growl, as if he role-play a werewolf like character.
She was blushing wildly, but still having this stubborn (I don't like that you using it on me!) as it clearly worked on her. "This companies collaboration is really eating off my sanity."
He make a teasing (Hmm) of wining a game of words. "Is this (I love you!) version from a tsundere who fallen in love? It the same for yours only…" They lips connected for a short moment.
Then the annoying microwave ping announced, that they dinner is ready…