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“Okay, what about this one: ‘Do you have a bandaid? ‘Cause I scraped my knee falling for you.’”
Honestly, Twilight was embarrassed at the stomach flip at that. He was embarrassed that with each pick up line his stomach flipped more and more, that his heart fluttered and his face burned.
Thankfully, he was able to hide it or excuse it for the effort of moving the boxes from Shad’s apartment to the back of his truck.
“Oh, wait, here’s a good one. ‘Are those space pants? ‘Cause your ass is out of this world.’” He rolled his eyes at Shad’s emphasis on the words, taking a quick glance around the parking lot to make sure no one heard him say that. Thankfully, it didn’t seem there was anyone nearby enough to hear or even be interested in their conversation.
“Ya know wha’ a real good pick up line would be?” He asked, turning to face Shad, whipping the sweat from his face and walking over to where Shad was leaning against the truck. He wrapped his arms behind Shad’s neck and brought him closer. Shad hummed and snaked his arm around the small of his back, bringing him closer.
“And what would that be, my dear?” He asked softly, leaning in slightly closer. Twilight hummed a moment, giving him an easy smile and flirtatious stare.
“Helpin’ me move all these boxes.” He gave the other a peck before stepping back to grab the hand trolley they borrowed from Groose.
“Yes, you are right, but,” He quickly moved in front of Twilight to get the door and hold it open for him, “In my defense, I wasn’t exactly looking for good pick up lines.” Well, Twi couldn’t exactly argue with that.
He could roll his eyes at it though.
Back up in the apartment, they set to work loading up yet another stack of boxes. They might have to start packing up Shad’s car too, that is, if they don’t want to make more than two trips, max.
It was a bit odd, if Twilight was honest with himself, seeing all of Shad’s stuff backed away. Pictures off the walls, cabinets cleared, the liquor cabinet no longer in its usual place, back in a storage unit with some of the other furniture they would not retrieve until the next week (both had decided that out of the duplicate furniture they had, Shad’s would be top priority. His furniture was nicer and almost entirely much more expensive. Twi wasn’t exactly upset by the prospect; he wouldn’t be sleeping on a twin sized bed anymore and Ashei and Linkle were now much more likely to at least think twice before breaking the coffee table.)
Sure, he knew that they were moving and it would be annoying if all his stuff wasn’t put away (well, as put away as it could be. The plants were all put on the counters and floors of the kitchen - it looked like a rain forest in there!), and he was excited to be living together with Shad, but there was still an air of weirdness at the sight.
Were his walls always ivory? Were the floors really made of gray wood linoleum? Were his overhead lights always so bright and cool in tone? To Twilight, it was almost a tragedy to see the apartment, once warm and comfortable, cluttered yet charming, calming in a weird, maximalist way, returned to it once cold, by the book, cookie cutter appearance. It almost felt like ripping up real wood floors or mosaic tile to only find gray, boring carpet underneath.
It felt odd, hearing the echo of his shoes against the floor as he slowly walked around, glancing around empty room after empty room.
“Hey.” He hummed as he looked over to Shad, who stood at the hand trolley this time, getting ready to head down to the truck with the stack. Shad grinned at him.
“If you were a Transformer, you’d be Optimus Fine.”
Twilight groaned, a small blush on his face as Shad cackled and turned to make his way out the door.
“Where does the box labeled ‘bullshit’ go?”
Twilight looked up from his task of making the bed, opened overflowing boxes around him, evidence of his struggle to find the box where bedding went, only saved from his rampage when Shad pointed out they were likely in the box clearly labeled “bedding”.
“Uhhhhhhhh, bath- wait, no! Kitchen.” Shad nodded once before slipping out of the bedroom door (their bedroom door) and likely to the kitchen (their kitchen!).
Look, Twilight had left his packing for the last two days before the move, he didn’t have time to clearly label all his boxes, his brain working on the fly to at least give him the chance of remembering what went where. He wasn’t like Shad who could wait until the last two days to do the majority of his packing and be able to label boxes clearly. Spirits! He was just a man!
He smoothed out the top sheet, tucking it in under the mattress. The one thing that Shad refused to go without on their first night was a real, made bed. Twilight didn’t complain, considering the bed frame was easy enough to put together, as the only thing he needed to put together was the slats.
“Oh! I forgot ta tell ya!” he stood up and made his way around and through boxes and his own mess he made, leaning with one hand out of the bedroom door, looking down the hall. Shad stepped backwards at the end of the hallway, a box labeled “more bullshit” in his arms.
“Banjo and Baby Spade are ready ta be picked up from the vet’s tomorrow.” He grinned.
“So I only get one night of peace?”
Twilight hummed with a grin. “Who said tonight would be peaceful?” He grinned wider at Shad’s chuckle.
“My dear, are you a cat?”
Twilight blinked for a moment, his grinning falling slightly as he furrowed his brows.
“Wha’? Why are ya askin’ me tha’?” It was Shad’s turn to grin.
“Because you’re purr-fect.”
“Spirits.” Twilight groaned loudly, turning back into the bedroom as he listen to Shad cackle down the hallway. Though, a small smile remained on his face as he rolled his eyes.