Trent to Daemon: "That's not practical. Just clean out the fridge. I can help! 😁"
"It is completely practical.... Look! It fits!" Daemon replied giving the turkey a bit of a shove. Almost immediately about three bottles of sai went tumbling down, something made a crunch sound further in behind it and to make matters worse.... Or more entertaining depending on how you looked at it several of the boxes and bags in the open freezing suddenly came tumbling down onto the ground as well.
Daemon stood there essentially dead panning before looking at Trent and letting out an exasperated sigh as he rolled his eyes. "Ok your turn....." He muttered before turning away from it and moving over to the counter to start the much-needed coffee after that trip to the store.
Trent couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, do you agree that I should organize the fridge?" he asked. "Or maybe we should get a mini-fridge for the bedroom, what do you think?"
"A mini fridge... Please Trent if we're going to actually be hosting or taking food to family events like civilized people.... We actually probably need a deep freeze" Daemon replied honestly moving to look back at Trent with a bland expression. "Yeah go ahead, clean it out.... Some of that shits from like July... And who bought peanut butter sauce? Wasted now" He added eyeing the sauce that had exploded on the tile floor.
"A deep freeze," Trent echoed. That was a good idea. "Okay, where should we put it?" he asked as he began taking stuff out of the fridge.
"In your ass!" Daemon mused in a bit of a jokingly smart-ass tone as he moved to push from the counter finally and moved past Trent and through the small kitchen for the door to the garage on the far side of the house he mainly used for storage. Mainly for a mop but upon opening the door he sort of shrugged "Move a few things around it might fit out here he called over his shoulder"
Trent tsked at him. "No honey, I can think of better things to go in my ass," he said, throwing a potholder at Daemon. Things had been going smoothly since they'd made up, at least as far as Trent could tell. He'd gotten back together with Daemon against his friends' unanimous recommendation, but they hadn't gotten into another major disagreement. That was either progress or a second honeymoon period. He was good with either. Besides, the makeup sex had been fantastic, especially since at the time, Trent hadn't held back as much of his strength as he normally did. He had wanted Daemon to know that Trent could hurt him if he needed to.
He peeked into the area Daemon was calling from. "Sure, I can move anything," he said agreeably, smiling fondly at the older man.
"Well ..... You know.... " Daemon remarked not even needing to say anything as he gestured a briefly at the stacks of boxes that were against one wall and at least six more crates looked like he'd probably gone through them looking for something and left things a bit strewn. What the room had looked like during at least one of his fits so far .... Yeah this place looked like the perpetual state of Daemon's head just with shit. " Pretty sure we can just tetras most of it on that side of the room. It'll be great" He mused smartly before moving to open the utility closet he had at the back of the room finally grabbing out the mop he turned and moved back for the door "Move before I moo your face!" He threatened a bit childish moving the dirty end towards Trent's face.
Trent pushed Daemon's arm down with another tsk, then went and lifted a stack of crates by the bottom. "Put these where?" he asked.
"I literally just sa.... " Daemon started a bit smartly before catching himself. Nice, right. "Just toss them on the other side is fine. I'll clean this shit out... Eventually" He replied with a bit of a shrug. Only them wondering why Trent felt the need to do this NOW of all times. Again he didn't say anything though and merely turned to head back inside with the mop only returning once he'd remembered he'd forgotten the bucket in which case he did end up grumbling to himself under his breath quite a bit before grabbing it and hauling it back through the door. Part of his under-breath bitching being still clueless why they had stupid peanut butter sauce. Though.... Maybe it had actually been Candace the time she'd crashed there for a weekend now that he really thought about it.
Reaching the kitchen however was the moment he really groaned. "Why did I even bother? If you puke that I'm sending you to the pound" Daemon grumbled at Caraxes who was straight licking the contents off the floor currently. Caraxes didn't respond until Daemon had gone for the bottles on the floor and Well it wasn't like he was stealing the damn dogs peanut butter sauce but Caraxes was suddenly letting out a snarl and snapping and Daemon was straight smacking him snatching the bottle and glaring. "Fucking dick" he grumbled under his breath. Almost bit over peanut butter sauce.... What next!? Actually he had been bit over less. An open dog food bag to be precise.
Trent huffed slightly and carried the crates to the other side of the room, then set about organizing the stuff that had been strewn round. If Daemon didn't like his organizational system, tough. He could stop throwing his stuff all over the place, then.
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