A/N: Of moustaches and horror.
"What the hell is that thing on your face?!"
Those were the first words Jellal Fernandes heard as he walked through the doors of his home after a long, tedious mission. One that, unfortunately, took a month long. A month long in the territory of an up and coming guild, one that was full of bandits and thieves. In the middle of a damn forest.
Stifling a groan, he set his bag down on the floor and closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it. Not that anybody in the town was stupid enough to mess with their, her, house.
"Look, Erza, it's been a month since I've been anywhere near civilization," he tried to explain, gesturing to the bushy mass of hair on his lips. In fact, he had a full-on beard. "I haven't really had time to do anything related to hygiene-"
The redhead wrinkled her nose in disgust at that particular tidbit of information, a slender hand coming to rest on her swollen belly. At six months pregnant, there wasn't much she could do anymore, including missions. Which is why this one mission, in which Jellal had been requested for, was so hard on her. She was pregnant and her husband had been away for a month. And now he came back looking like a…goat? Huffing, she crossed her arms in annoyance. In the morning, she'd probably blame it on the pregnancy hormones, but at the moment all that happened was her anger flaring up.
"Well, mister 'I don't do hygiene'," she began, glaring at the blue-haired man. He winced at the look; admittedly, it wasn't one he had directed at him very often. "You can keep your smelly butt on the sofa, because I won't have you stinking up the sheets I just washed!"
With that, she left for bed, leaving Jellal standing on the doormat and blinking in horrified astonishment.