MHA #2 | Friday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie and Diego had passed a real rite of passage as a long-term, cohabitating couple this evening: they had gone on a date to IKEA.

(And yes, Annie had insisted that this shopping trip was a date. There had been golf pencils and lingonberries involved as well as picking out furniture with umlauts, okay? Date.)

And of course, now, they were back home with their spoils spread out on the floor in the form of a set of unassembled shelves, their associated little pack of hardware, beer (necessary), and the set of directions that Annie was now considering.

"Huh, this is fun. They just use this little cartoon man to tell you what to do," she said, flipping the page over to show Diego. "Probably so they don't have to translate it from Swedish."

Something like that, Annie.

[for the fella!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

That earned him a pleased little hum as she pressed herself a little closer. "I mean, the floor isn't the most comfortable. We could sit on the couch," she suggested innocently, trailing that hand along his arm again. "Or the bed."

Just suggesting pieces of furniture at random.

[knife_bender]

"Oooh the bed," he said lightly. "We should go check that out. You know, just to make sure nothing happened to it while we were at Ikea."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Do you think something did?" Annie asked, all wide-eyed concern as she pulled back enough to start to stand. "I mean, I'm pretty attached to that bed."

There had been a time about a month ago when she'd been literally fantasizing about just sleeping in it, after all.

[knife_bender]

"Well we better make sure," he said as he got up. "Just in case."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Bed thieves could have broken in," Annie decided, going onto her toes to give him another light kiss as soon as they were both on their feet.

'Bed thieves' seemed like as much of a thing as emergency shelves did.