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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[newroutines]

"Youre a werewolf," Mike pointed out. Not loud enough for anyone to think they were anything but a bickering couple, though. "And you're concerned about me Halloweening the place up?"

[justlurkinghere]

"It's a species, not a lifestyle choice,"

[newroutines]

Mike waved a hand. "Yeah, whatever. You can't stop me from getting something orange. It's become my life goal now."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll bury it." Like a bone.

[newroutines]

"Oh, God, you make it really hard not to make dog jokes right now," Mike had to say. "What've you got against orange, man? Come on."