The warm gold of sunlight streamed in through the penthouse windows, trailing behind Muffy as he ran a flying vacuum cleaner over the curtains, up to the very top near the ceiling.
"Muffy, when's the repairer coming?" Renar asked, seated on the couch while sipping his coffee, eyeing the crack on the wall that was an eyesore to his view.
"We had an appointment around eleven, Master. It should be done before sunset."
"Good then. I don't want some stranger still here when we come home later. And Tuffy, we're eating dinner outside."
Renar didn't lift his gaze from the tablet screen as both robots processed his commands, already knowing what needed to be done.
His eyes flicked back to the cracked wall, and he could still feel the ache from punching it at full force. Not the physical ache, that was just a fleeting sting, and did nothing to his fast-healing body.
