OOM: Room 130

[watching_you]

Veronica stands in the centre of her apartment, examining her surroundings critically.

The whole thing could never have been helped, she supposes. On one hand the entire place has been decorated with all of the style and flair of a very confident eighteen-year-old college freshman; on the other hand the place has been decorated with all of the

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[henry_jones_jr]

"Unnngh!"

With a big grunt and one last shove, Indy manages to slide one of those couches into place.

If it's not palm trees, it's furniture. He's not sure why he always ends up doing the heavy lifting work for the Neptune girls. Mike is much stronger, even if he doesn't look it.

He doesn't bother to check with Veronica to see if the positioning meets her satisfaction. He's done! As evidenced by the fact that he now flops down onto the couch in question.

[watching_you]

"That's not quite - Ah, whatever. Take a break."

He's been working hard. Nevertheless this unscheduled work stoppage will be noted on his otherwise spotless performance review.

Er.

Veronica flops down beside him, sighing happily as though she was the one who'd just been doing all the furniture rearranging. "Thanks for helping me out with this, by the way."

[henry_jones_jr]

Still working on getting his panting under control, Indy swings his legs up and into Veronica's lap.

"I'd say it was my pleasure, but that'd be a dirty lie."

[watching_you]

"I think the pleasure comes from the fact that you can now come over and visit whenever in the knowledge that you won't be chillin' in some place so tacky."

She pats his feet. There there, feet.