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[switchaxe]

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[switchaxe]

yeah. sup?

[fiddlestick]

Well, I was wondering if you'd be interested in going to IKEA with me.

[switchaxe]

sure? dunno why you want my opinion on a couch or whatever but sure

[fiddlestick]

Haha, well I was thinking more I'd like you to pick out stuff for your room.

Unless you're into the generic guest room look, of course.

[switchaxe]

my what

[fiddlestick]

Your room.

You know, the place you've been sleeping the past month. It's yours.

[switchaxe]

[There is no response because Ash has just. Stopped functioning and is staring at his phone.]

[fiddlestick]

[Ah. He broke the boy]

Ha...

Still there Ash?

[switchaxe]

[Shit right gotta answer the texts.]

yeah sorry just.

when you wanna go?

[fiddlestick]

Maybe an hour?

That should give you time to take measurements and think up what kind of look you'd want.

Oh, and it's all on me today, so don't worry about price! Consider it a birthday gift from me and Rean.

[switchaxe]

got it. where's the tape measure? and Elliot I swear to god if you tell me "near the knife box"

[fiddlestick]

Haha, nah. I left it out on the hall table near you room.

Though if you could put it back in it's spot near the knife box when you're done, that'd be great!

[switchaxe]

[The only response is an emoji with grawlix for swearing. Why is this house like this?

But an hour later Ash is waiting for Elliot in the living room, poking at a game on his phone.]

[fiddlestick]

[Because there is very little here to temper each other's collective weird okay.

Elliot comes into the living room, wearing a gay music shirt and some jeans, which is honestly pretty typical attire for him when he's not working. ]

Hey! All ready to go?

[switchaxe]

[Elliot please.

Ash nods, getting to his feet and shoving his phone in his pocket.]

Let's go. Who's driving?

[fiddlestick]

I'll drive! I have the driver set adjusted to how I like it so...

[Look. Ash is tall and it'll take forever to readjust the seat to his liking okay]

Let's go!

[He'll head for the garage.]

[switchaxe]

[Yeah that's fair. Into the garage they go, but once the door's shut:]

Hey. You guys sure about this?

[fiddlestick]

[He's heading to the driver's side of the car, but he'll stop and look at Ash directly when he gets asked that question]

Yeah, we're sure. I don't know what or where you plan to do or go, but Rean and I want to make sure you always have a home to return to.

[switchaxe]

[Ash sort of stares at Elliot before huffing out a weak sort of laugh and running a hand through his hair.]

Shit, you guys mean that. [Because of course they do.] Eighteen fuckin' years old, and...shit.

[fiddlestick]

Sure do! Like I said before...you, Rean, Jusis ... you're all family to me. Just as much in this life as the last life.

[He truly did mean that. ]

And if I'm honest? You've brought me a lot more happiness than you know.

[switchaxe]

[Nope he is not getting sniffly. He is not!]

Yeah, that'd be a first...still. Thanks.

[fiddlestick]

Ha, it's no problem, really.

[He's being sincere with his words, but he knows how Ash feels about sap soooo]

Anyway, get in the car! [he opens his own door and unlocks Ash's] If we're lucky, we'll be able to bring home some swedish meatballs for dinner.

[switchaxe]

Some whats?

[What are you on about, Elliot? Ash gets in the car, shooting a text off to Pat once he's in so if he loses signal his boyfriend doesn't freak. He then pulls up the IKEA pages he was looking at to try and figure out what the hell he wants.]

[fiddlestick]

Swedish meatballs!

[He'll hit the garage door opening and start up the car]

IKEA has a grocery section and their swedish meatballs are delicious. So if they aren't sold out, I think they'd be nice for dinner.

[switchaxe]

[. . .

A Look of the Utmost Bewilderment]

It's a furniture store. Why the hell does it have food?!