The Isle of IKEA, Tuesday Afternoon

[newroutines]

What was there to do when your sister had been murdered and your life hadn't been so great even before that?

Mike was really hoping being dragged out shopping for flatpack furniture and other useful items for the home was at least a partial answer to that, because that was what was happening today. It was about time because they needed assorted crap for the house, and really, Mike felt like he needed to be doing something to try and get Derek's mind off of things.

"So..." he said, looking at the list he'd tried to compile this morning. "We need stuff for the kitchen, and the bathroom, and some doggy things for Puppy Joe, and, uh. I think as far as actual furniture goes, we should look for a new couch."

[NFB. For he who is the grumpiest, oh yes he is!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"A large couch." That came in a flat pack, yes.

So that enough people could lay down fetal position when Teen Wolf returned with season 3.

[newroutines]

Always the best way to measure the size of furniture.

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "Maybe then I can actually move the TV into the living room."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made a noise of agreement, heading for the kitchen displays. Because someone was a baker. A shirtless baker. "Don't go too crazy."

[newroutines]

"What, I'm sure there's stuff you'd watch," Mike argued as he followed along. He wasn't a baker but he was definitely needing a new pan. "Now, I don't know what, but something. Probably something trashy."

[justlurkinghere]

Design shows. Probably some Chopped.

"I don't care for TV much." Because he was filled with emotional turmoil enough without adding in fictional character feels.

[newroutines]

"Yeah, but you also didn't seem to care for electricity much before I showed up," Mike pointed out, picking up a heart-shaped baking mold. "So, that means exactly nothing."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek, meanwhile, gave the baking pan a look like it offended him on a personal level. "There are things you don't need."

Like a computer. And running water.

"Put that down."

[newroutines]

Mike laughed. "What? Why?"

He thought it was cute! Come on!

"Are trying to tell me what to do?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not using that." Unless it was to bake a cake that read: You're a bag of dicks.

[newroutines]

Mike was not so small-minded that he would've refused a cake like that. A cake was a cake!

"Who said it's for you? I could bake."

Not that he would.

[justlurkinghere]

"Really."

His doubt was vast and judgey.

[newroutines]

"Whatever, man," Mike snorted, waving the pan at him. "I'm buying this, and then I'm gonna learn to bake a cake so I can bake one just for you."

[justlurkinghere]

"How romantic," Derek replied, looking at the knives. Because using claws was just unsanitary.

[newroutines]

Well, there was one thing they could agree on.

"You're not going to stab me for buying a cake mold, right?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Well, since we're in public, I'll go with no." Kidding! Mostly.

[newroutines]

"Thanks." You know, for that hugely reassuring answer. "I'd hate to get fatally wounded in an Ikea. It's just not right, dude."

[justlurkinghere]

"Be a terrible obituary note." Gallows humor!

[newroutines]

"Mmhmm." Mike looked at some of the other stuff. "So, knives, cake molds, what else?

[justlurkinghere]

"Dishes that aren't red party cups." Claaaasy.

[newroutines]

"Right you are." Not as fun, though! "Can they still be red, though, or are we going more boring with the colors?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Black isn't boring." No, it was emo.

[newroutines]

"... It's not exactly cheerful dinnerware, either."

Really, now.

[justlurkinghere]

"It's different." Classy even. "What about grey?"

[newroutines]

"I could maybe, maybe go for a combination of both," Mike hazarded. "'Cause on their own, I don't like them."

[justlurkinghere]

"...I could handle that." Gayest conversation ever, guys. Seruously now. "You can have color in the window treatments."

Gaaaaaaaay.