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Aramis' texts sometimes leave a lot to the imagination. For a man who hadn't understood how to use technology, he's started to pick it up, but there are still whole instances when he's not exactly the best at it. Porthos had been finishing up his workout to burn off extra nerves for the upcoming wedding when his phone chirped to tell him to come home immediately with a lot of smiling faces and marks. Then, a second, implying he should knock before entering.

"What are you up to?" he mutters to himself as he says goodbye to everyone at the gym, hauling on his coat and his hat, affixing his scarf around his throat. Bundled up, he starts the journey for home, letting himself in and stopping to pet the Captain on the head before he leans up against the bedroom door, absently knocking on it as he sets his hat on the hook that's meant for it.

"Aramis," Porthos summons him, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. "Should I be worried about what you've done?"