"So, how was work today?" Ame asked, smiling warmly at his husband, Dae Ho.
"Someone f***ing threw tacos and rice at me screaming, "Didn't your parents feed you this sh**?"! I get it, I'm Korean and Spanish, but was that really necessary?! And what a good looking taco they had thrown at me! I'm done! I'm f***ing done!" Dae Ho fumed, throwing down his work bag and wiping away a piece of lettuce off his shoulder.
"Those bastards! Why won't you just quit?!" Ame got angry along with him, as it was normal to.
"Because, this is a really good paying job and there isn't a corporation like this around for many, many, MANY miles!"
"Sigh... Well, is there anything I can do?" Ame asked sincerely, his hazel green eyes shining with optimism.
"Yes... I need a hug... like, right now..." Dae Ho launched himself into Ame's arms, breathing heavily as an attempt to fight back his tears.
(Sorry for the poorly written roleplay, I didn't put much thought into it)