You sit on your bed, holding a cardboard box full of stuff. Glancing around, you look for any more stuff you could shove in the box. You made sure everything was neat (what a surprise - your apartment was usually an organized mess) since you were going to have guests for the next... Month? Several months?
Why did you agree to this?
Oh right - you didn't.
Sighing, you cram some unnecessary object in to the box. Making your way over to your closet, you hold the cardboard cube awkwardly with one hand while opening the door. Shoving the brown box in to the mess of clothes, you lean back, propping your hands on your hips.
Pondering, you wander back in to your kitchen. You took a stray spoon off the table, and put it in a drawer. The closest drawer available.
Now I'll spare you from all the boring details. You wondered why you cared so much about tidying up; you've been to the Strider residence a few times. It was anything but clean. Maybe you had a minor crush on the younger Strider; maybe not. Reader-chan is not telling.
Crashing on to your couch, you feel tired. Really tired. Maybe that was a side factor of being woke up at 12 FREAKING A.M. - or maybe you've been marching around your apartment for the past half hour while Dave and his Bro got his stuff.
Suddenly the door slammed open, and you bolted upright, making a panicked sound. Gog damgit, [Name], it's only Dave! Getting up and sprinting to the door, you survey the situation.
Dave has a duffle bag. His Bro has a box. "Show us to the food, [Name], we're both starving!" Dave says.
You roll your eyes. "No one eats at 1 a.m."
"Oh come on. I totally do."
"You'll eat any time of the day!"
"Only if it's Doritos."
Growling under your breath, you walk in to your kitchen, beckoning the Striders to follow you. Leading them in to whatever room you had a sofa in, you stopped. "This sofa is a pull-out, and I have a inflatable mattress since you two clearly aren't comfortable sleeping on the same couch." You say.
Dave flings down his duffel bag on the couch. "I call it."
His Bro takes the bag and throws it over his shoulder. "No way dude, I am not sleeping on some cruddy inflatable mattress."
The younger boy grabs it and runs back over to Bro. "No way. I totally called it."
"Don't make me restrict your food privileges again."
This makes you pipe up. "I can restrict food from both of you! It's my house, idiots!" You shout, quite exasperated.
Both Striders turn to look at you. "Woah, [Name]. Fierce." Bro scoffs.
You raise an eyebrow and smirk. "Never doubt the ladies." You point at both of them. "Now, you two, get unpacked and settled in."
Dave salutes. "Yes SIR!"
"Can it, Dave." Walking out of the room, you shut the door (even you forgot to shut it.) Opening your fridge, you try to find something to eat. You suppose Dave could eat... Soon.
Of course, you were interrupted by a scream coming from the other room. Running over, you surveyed the... Damage...? "What happened that was scream-worthy? I see a puppet limb. How is that scream worthy?"
Bro turned to you. "You wouldn't possibly understand. Lil' Cal... Is dead. I found this arm in the wreckage."
Dave closed his eyes and put is hand over his heart. "He had a long, happy life."
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Isn't he the pupp-"
You were interrupted by Bro. "He was more then a puppet. He was friend and a family member."
"He couldn't even tal-"
"Get your black clothes on, [Name], we're going in to mourning."
