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[dingdongdoodily]

When they walked in, it was quite a bit more clean than when Miniver first saw it. Lord only knows how Pickle had the time, but all the clutter that had been scattered all throughout the house had been taken away

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[cheevy]

The books, for once, can wait. Miniver drops his bag rather unceremoniously by the door and goes over to grab Pickles and give him a proper show of appreciation with a kind of physcal creativity only a poet could have just the way he does.

"You fixed it up."

He's impressed. And VERY happy.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles returned the admiration and kiss with fervor, then shrugged, "Didn't want th'place to be a wreck when you moved in."

He grinned, pulling Miniver down onto the couch with him. "Now yer homework assignment is to watch as much TV as your huge, wide open brain can handle."

[cheevy]

"I guess I can handle that," he agrees, sprawling comfortably. Of course, he could probably only handle it for about 45 minutes at a stretch if forced to sit still and watch, but that's what pocket-sized notebooks are good for.

And boyfriends.

:D!

"I trust you'll pick what's on, lest I end up watching the shittiest shit that ever shitted itself onto that screen?"

And he would, too. He'd end up with the Home Shopping Network or the gardening channel or something.

[dingdongdoodily]

"I'm pretty sure you'll be fine on yer own. If I catch you watchin' somethin' crappy, I'll change it. Okay, we're gunna have to set up ground rules. Livin' together without the luxuries of Bar around to do everything fer us will probably require some sorta who does what.. thing."

He shrugged, "I'll do dishes, fer example. I actually like doin' 'em."

Hence why the kitchen was one of the cleanest rooms of the house, regardless of time.

"I'll take out the garbage too. I mean, it's the little things like that that will either make or break a relationship when two people move in with each other. Gad, I sound like a fuckin' counseling video."

He smirked, "You get what I'm sayin' though."

[cheevy]

"Oh, yeah."

This is a naturally duh thing in his mind.

"I'm good with laundry. And um, y'know, keepin' stuff around here tidy, chucking out garbage and shit. Though I'll never chuck out anything written on by you, so if you're gonna leave receipts and crap around, you're screwed. And books. You leave a book open, I don't touch that, either." Grin. "And I'll keep the bird's place clean, of course. Hey... bet I could fly him for snakefood. He can catch mice well enough to feed himself and the snake. Umm... what else needs doing?" He'd never made lists or anything when he'd lived on his own -- just cleaned whatever seemed to need cleaning whenever he could get around to it.