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"Oy vey, I didn't know you could upholster a toilet. We are changing it!"

"What did they DO?" Earl gapes nevermind his own eyes

"I lack other words, aye." A sigh. "Couldst thou find the toolkit?"

"Yeah.." He goes looking "It's probably under the sink"

"They wished to help." Fondess tempers the aggravation.

The toilet provides a welcome distraction from what's in the living room.

There... the piece de resistance. MUCH Resistance.

A bean bag chair.

Not just any bean bag chair. This can only be called a Hirim Original.

It is big enough to fit a troll and a slaugh.

It is made of leather.

It is in the shape of a catcher's mitt.

An orange, blue, black, and yellow paisleys; of course. Hirim's favorite pattern.

There is a white patch on it with a yellow Horus-like head embroidered in. Under the head it reads "BUGEYES" in glittering gold stitching.

It is colorful, and HUGE. And in the middle of the living room.

Positioned directly in front of... the baby curtains.

"It's kind of beautiful"

"And horrible"

"Mostly horrible."

He brings the tool kit

"The curtains must needs be stored until we may return them."

"And the beanbag?"

She rummages through the tools before she finds the appropriate ones to remove the seat. One advantage of her kith... she can squirm into the tight space to easily reach the fasteners.

"Need any more help?"

"Well, there is the bean bag..."

"Right... ah..." he says "that might be my fault." SLIGHT emphasis on the might

"We cannot fit both that and the wingbacks..."

"Well, that settles that" He nods

"I think it might fit in your room?"

"I was thinking it might fit at goodwill"

"....I would not pressure thee."

"I know... But honestly my bed takes up most of the space in my room , well between that and some painting area.. yeah. It's just too big"

She frowns.

At the frown "Or I could make space?"

"It is rude to dump it at Goodwill. Mayhaps.... could we find a better home?"

"Your'e right. He did work hard on it" He ponders

"He got the name of the team wrong..."

"Otherwise, I think surely a cousin would take it..."

"They might anyway" He says "A few of my kinain cousins have a sense of humor"

"Then it would go somewhere it is appreciated..."

A sigh. "It is comfortable."

He raises a brow, "You tried it out"

"...Aye?"

"And you LIKED a bean bag?"

"No. I said it was comfortable. It is also hideous."

Is he trying... he is. He's trying not to laugh

"Earl Preston DeBuke, are you sniggering at me?"

Oh that does it, his body is openly shaking and snorts come out "No," He lie/laughs

"I also said you could keep the old beanbag in thy room, where it would have FIT!"

A shudder nod choked chortle

A huff.

"I chose this over books?"

He takes her hand, laughter stopping but not turning to upset, rather a different sort of delight, and pulls her to him, "Yes you do, and did. I remember that best of all, time and time again you picked me...you picked US. " a kiss along the side of her small neck and he whispers "And I will make it so you do not regret it. "

"It is ugly, though, is it not?"

"It's an aesthetic abomination" He agrees

"But you were so adorable in your outrage, I could not help but chuckle... forgive me."

"Hmph. Mayhaps." She kisses him back.

"Do you think it would be appreciated at Firnost?"

"Oh, I do not wish to contemplate what would happen to it there..."