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WHO: Amelia, Lina, Gourry, and Al
WHERE: Somewhere not so far from Chinatown . . .
WHEN: May 1st?
WARNINGS: Bickering and likely Gourry abuse.
SUMMARY: The Slayers have found themselves an apartment after intense, flurried searching. Of course, now they have to move in, and they never do anything by halves. Al is there for damage control.
FORMAT: I don't know, man. ^^;;

The apartment was spacious, clean. Slightly older, it smelled faintly of old wood and new paint, the marks of former paint jobs speckling the floors near the edges. The floors themselves were wood, worn in areas from the constant paths of feet, the wood faintly discolored in areas, particularly near the kitchen where it ran into faintly yellow linoleum. It creaked with satisfying protests -- the squeal of wood against wood. A skylight in the living room area spilled sun onto the floor, and a hallway led to two reasonably-sized bedrooms and a bathroom.

It would be home. Amelia surveyed the apartment with satisfaction, setting down the box and stretching out her shoulders. Yes. This would be good.

Though notably this would probably be the cleanest it would ever be again.

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"See, this is why I hate permanent places sometimes," Lina complained ever-so in her Lina-like fashion and huffed a little, setting a single box down. Gourry was doing most of the heavy lifting, anyway. "Moving's a pain. And makes my feet hurt."

Yes, Lina. Your feet are TOTALLY aching from carrying up one single box.

"Hey. Gourry. Make sure you don't break anything. I won't like it."

"Ung," said Gourry, which was unusually inarticulate even for him. But then, he was the pack mule lugging three peoples' worth of stuff up a whole lot of stairs.

This, Al realized, was one of the drawbacks of his strength. While the large dresser he was currently hauling up the steps felt virtually weightless in his arms, he was far too short to actually see what he was doing.

"I'm not about to hit you, am I?" he called, hearing Gourry's voice somewhere ahead of him.

"That's all you brought . . . ?" Amelia stared dubiously at Lina's single box. For her own turn, she'd brought the box of kitchen pots and pans, and that was heavy enough. Meanwhile she felt somewhat guilty about Al -- and aghast about Gourry. "Gourry-san . . ." She went to attempt to help him.

Lina paid no attention to the burdens of men, and conveniently ignored Amelia's seemingly sheepish question. Don't judge her - she had to make Gourry somewhat useful, right?

Right!

"I guess this'll do," Lina concluded and sighed, stretching and arching her back until it cracked. "And geez, you guys are slow."

Cruel, Lina. CRUEL.

"I'd be a lot faster if I wasn't carrying all this junk," Gourry grumbled. "Can I drop this now?"

He knew that the sad eyes of a kicked puppy would get him nowhere, but he just couldn't help it.

Wait, was he forgetting something...?

"Uh, yeah, dresser guy, you might want to stop..."

Edited 2009-05-02 02:25 (UTC)

"Dresser guy?" Al repeated, disbelieving. Had his name really been forgotten so soon?

Regardless, Al did as he was told and halted where he stood. "Is everything okay?"

Edited 2009-05-02 02:30 (UTC)

"Mou, Lina-san, they're carrying a lot!" Sweatdrop. "And that's Alphonse-san, Gourry-san, remember?"

Who was she kidding with that?

"Ne!" She aimed to pull Gourry out of the way of the door so Al could come in and set the dresser down. "Come in! It's pretty, isn't it?"

Lina rolled her eyes and just smiled ever so cheerfully. "Sheesh, don't worry about it. They can handle it. Right guys?"

It looked like Lina paid NO attention to Gourry's puppish adorability and sauntered over to him with a bit of a hum, taking a few things off his pile of stuff. "Crybaby."

Gourry followed Amelia's lead, and once Lina'd taken a few things of the pile, he managed to wobble it to the floor without knocking it over.

"I don't see you handling a whole lot, Lina."

By some miracle, Al set the dresser down in the living room without killing anyone. Now if he could just repeat the process with the rest of their furniture.

Lina would probably have them rearrange the place to her liking before the day was over, so Al didn't worry too much about the dresser's current position. Instead, he smiled at Amelia and took his first real look around the apartment.

"It's nice," he agreed. "I'm glad you were able to find a place so quickly."

A firm nod. "It was luck, I think. And it's nice! It's two bedrooms, so I guess Lina-san and I will share one, and Gourry-san will use the other." Her voice dipped a little, as though sharing a hopeful secret. "And maybe if Zelgadis-san shows up too . . . ?"

Another sweatdrop towards Gourry, though she was still speaking to Al. "Just . . . don't let Lina-san make you carry everything up. Though I think she likes to torture Gourry-san anyway . . ."

Lina rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up, Gourry. You've got muscles, right? So use 'em. That's what they're there for."

She, thankfully, was a little too distracted to hear Amelia and Al, but by the time Amelia finished her sentence, Lina whirled around to face them. "We should order pizza! I just figured out how. Home-delivery is awesome. And it's on us, Al, for all you're help."

She could be nice.

Sometimes.

Edited 2009-05-02 03:11 (UTC)

Gourry's eyes lit up at the mention of a thing that he could potentially eat. "Yeah, yeah! Let's do that!"

He turned to what's-his-face.

"Thanks a lot, Al. You're a good guy."

"Don't worry about it," Al assured Amelia, before turning back to the other two.

He was somewhat tempted to argue against Lina's offer, but considering the warnings Amelia had given him, it was probably best to just appreciate the generosity while it lasted. "Thanks! Pizza sounds great."

Home-delivery was a pretty amazing thing, and it would be good to have something other than Chinese food for once.

"I call pepperoni!" Amelia perked immediately at the mention of food -- and darn it, she'd better actually *get* some of the pizza. "Ne, how much is still downstairs?"

"Pepperoni sounds good, and I have no idea - if we do, it probably won't be much." Lina was about to get her gadget-thingie to place an order, but a thought came to her, and she suddenly grinned excitedly. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and pulled out a crumbled up piece of paper and then opened it up to smooth it out. Once it was smoothed out to her satisfaction, she handed it to Al with the cheekiest little grin.

"You're helping with some of the furniture, riiiiiiiight?" ♥ "I got some designs!"

Of course her designs were WEIRDLY colorful and had...things...that looked like evil sunflowers. And a snowbunny on a couch.

Don't ask.

Gourry leaned down and whispered in Al's ear. "They don't have to look exactly like she draws them..."

Al blinked as he looked over the paper, smiling nervously. The designs were pretty unusual, but growing up with a brother who enjoyed transmuting everyday objects into demonic skulls had given Al a pretty high tolerance for tackiness.

"It wouldn't be a problem. But maybe Amelia and Gourry should pick some designs out too?" Al nodded surreptitiously at the latter, wondering how much he'd be able to tone down without Lina noticing.

Amelia peered over Al's arm at the drawings . . . and didn't mince words. ". . . Lina-san, the furniture can't look like that! Furniture should be *elegant.* Or at least pretty!"

And probably involve purple.

...they were all. So. Mean.

"I hate you guys!" Lina growled and turned around, pulling her gadget thing out. "You know what? FINE. I'm gonna order pizza. For my self. And eat it in front of all you guys and not give you any!"

That'll show them.

"...and, Amelia, you're just saying that because you live in a stinkin' palace and everything there's ugly and ancient!"

Gourry sighed. "Can't we just have normal stuff like normal people? Like... tables and chairs?"

At that point Lina's threat sunk in.

"Hey! I'm eating pizza no matter how much you get!"

"There's no reason to decide on all this now anyway, right?" Al stepped forward, hoping to defuse the situation before it could escalate. It would be a shame if they started fighting before they were even all moved in. "There'll be plenty of time to do the decorating later, after we've got the basics covered."

It was clear now that he couldn't send Ed to help with that--who knew what horrific ideas he and Lina would come up with together?

Oh, Al. Being the voice of reason would not be easy in this situation.

"That's not true!" came the retort to Lina. "It's really nice! And didn't you want a palace of your own someday anyway?"

"You touch my pizza and I will throw you off the building," Lina threatened with a scowl, waving at fist at Gourry.

"...and my palace would be prettier," was her response to Amelia. Hmph.

And Ed and Lina would totally make awesome decorations.

"Then order me some, too!" Gourry had already lost interest in the furniture. More important matters were at stake.

Well, that had failed miserably. Instead of interfering, it might be better for Al to give the others a few moments to themselves to sort out their problems. He had a feeling this wasn't something he wanted to end up in the middle of.

"Um, maybe I should go check and make sure we didn't leave anything important downstairs..." Al eyed the door, contemplating a temporary escape.

Edited 2009-05-02 05:05 (UTC)

"It would not!" Amelia practically fluffed up at that. "I don't even mind if it's all plain like Gourry-san said, but that's too scary!" By "that" she meant the drawing. "There isn't any kind of furniture that looks like that!"

Yes. Running might be good, Al.

Oh, NOW Lina felt insulted.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT--THERE SO IS!" Instead of following through with replying to Gourry, she threw her gadget thingie into his face. Hard. "And order your own! YOU DON'T GIVE ME SUPPORT!"

Don't count on escaping so soon, Al.

"I'll just get pizza for Al and I," Lina said, suddenly cheerily, and she abruptly hooked her arm with Al's with a BIG smile. "Whatddya say, Al?" Insert batting eyelashes here.

Edited 2009-05-02 05:12 (UTC)

"You'd better run while you still can, buddy," Gourry told Al. He shoved Lina's gadget thingy in his pocket.

Running was easier said than done with Lina holding onto him like that. Escape attempt successfully thwarted, Al was left with little more to do than stand beside her awkwardly.

"Okay?" He agreed lamely, unsure of how to handle this. "Er, I mean, we can all get pizza. And maybe you can just divide up the furniture so it isn't all in one style?"

In spite of overwhelming odds, Al clung to hope that he could reason with them.

He was pretty much doomed.

"Mou. Don't drag Alphonse-san into this!" Amelia was then at Al's other arm. "He's being nice enough to offer."

"And there is not!" She puffed slightly, but still made the ultimate sacrifice. "And if Lina-san *really* wants that style, she can have it for her side of the room."

Yes. Ultimate.

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