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[dingdongdoodily]

When Miniver said 'home', just in the way that he did, it gave new meaning to it as Pickles stepped in through the door that was supposed to lead to the patio, but didn't. He looked around at the condo, the living room with its small piles of clutter, the posters in frames on the wall, the bookshelf, the TV

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[cheevy]

He hooks his arms loosely around Pickles' waist and looks around lazily, head on his shoulder.

"How?"

He'd never managed to do that with Draco's room. Even after Draco had no longer been living there for three months. Though admittedly there were other issues involved in that.

"I already use the kitchen. And my books are here."

And a bowl of caramels on the coffee table in front of the TV, whenever Pickles notices. There are regular ones and the kind with cream stuff in the middle and some saltwater taffy he'd managed to barter with a reluctant rat for. It's the real stuff they used to sell at Coney Island. He'd only been there once, but he remembered it.

[dingdongdoodily]

"Iunno. What kinda stuff do you like? Could get somethin' to hang on the wall, or.." He trailed off and shrugged. "Somethin'. Iunno, I just kinda get tired lookin' at these old trophies, y'know?" He thumbed over his shoulder at his gold and platinum records before dropping onto the couch and grabbing a handful of candies.

"maybe some actual art fer a change, not just venue posters."

[cheevy]

"...I like art." He likes art, and he KNOWS about art, a little. "I could get art. I could find it around places."

He hops over the back of the couch, somersaulting upside-down and landing with his legs over the back. He smiles up at Pickles. "With Draco, I sort of always felt like I didn't want to get in his way. Which was weird, even after he left. I kinda... still don't want to mess up your space or anything."

[dingdongdoodily]

"It's your space too, though." Pickles was sincere. Not only that, but he said it in a tone of 'what, you didn't know?'

"Babe... the only thing you can't touch in here's my practice room. Kinda like a temple in there fer me."

[cheevy]

"I can handle that," he grins. "So um... ummm this is maybe... a little silly... would you mind if I put a lava lamp in the bedroom?"

He likes those. He had one at home. He'd grown very attatched to staring at it. It was calming.