"This place is going to be totally different when this crowd is done with it."

"-Yeah," ey agrees, smiling slightly. "Home Depot do deliveries right?"

“Yeah, pretty sure.”

He grins and flops down onto the bed, pulling em down with him.

Ey giggles and flops on top of him, nuzzling into his chest. "Hey," ey says, as though ey hasn't seen him in ages.

"Hey," he says.

(His heart is going so fast it sounds like he must have run here behind the bus.)

Eir heart rate isn't going much slower. "We should make them roll in their graves," ey almost sounds venomous.

He nods, and looks up at the ceiling, and just tries to...not.

"We'll paint it pink or something."

"And polka dots! We should definitely have some polka dots somewhere!"

"And I can finally paint my walls black like my tragic little emo heart always wanted."

"They'll probably have taken all the weapons, otherwise I would've suggested clay pigeon shooting with those ghastly vases."

“I didn’t hate all the vases. There’s gonna be a furniture reckoning, though.”

"I said the ghastly vases, not the unobjectional ones," Ant teases. "But yeah. I feel a furniture fire coming on. Or maybe we should sell it..."

He shrugs and holds em tighter.

"We'll figure it out."

It's kind of hard to keep his eyes open, at this point in the night, even after the coffee.

Yeah. Ant's not far behind him. It's been a day.

The next morning they'll wake up to the smell of someone cooking.

He tries to sit up and elects to flop back over onto Ant instead.

“Mmmgbh.”

Ant is a little more awake, pokes his side playfully. "I'm curious as to when this place got food. And you need a good meal."

"...Yeah, guess I do."

He leans over to kiss em and sits up, with difficulty.

Ey helps some, and then slips back off the bed. "C'mon. The others are probably already up."

Ey holds out eir arms, a silent offer of help.

He takes eir hand and pulls himself out of bed with an exaggerated groan.

“I might give up halfway down the hall.”

"I can go grab Ira and have her carry you," ey threatens lightly, tugging him towards the door and into the hall.

"Like the sad bag of issues I am."

He drags his feet a little, rubbing his forehead to try to clear away the buzzing in his head, but he follows.

Ey slows eir pace a little so ey can squeeze him. "Yeah, but you're my bag of issues."

“Wouldn’t change it for the world.”

Squeeze.

And not too long after: kitchen!