It was like a holy light shined down upon him as he opened the door of his
apartment. Everything was different... everything.
To begin with, the wall between his kitchen and "dining room" had receded. Or was almost completely gone. That was the first thing that hit him. He wondered if that was even *allowed*... he did rent. Flabberghasted as he was, he allowed himself a moment to calm down. He took another *very* deep breath, and smiled. The other men were smiling as well, patting him on the back and directing his attention to various points around the room.
The walls, which before, were cream, were now factioned into a tandom checkboard pattern. All over the place, colors were splashed and integrated with other colors. It was amazing, the depth the colors gave to the rather small room. They had kept his old coffee table, but had it refinished and put a black border around it. They had bought new chairs, a la 1940.
Candles in retro holders were placed around the room and on the new black bookcases. The bookcases scaled to the ceiling and gave the impression of height. Mulder quickly noticed that his "special reading" was nowhere in sight. He also realized that his old psychology books and articles from college were arranged neatly on their own shelf. He smiled but felt a pang of lonliness for his pornography and wondered if later, he could salvage it from the dumpster.
They steered his attention to the living room, which Thom refered to his "not so bachelor pad." The new couch was firmly in place, but this time to the left of the windows. The windows were clad in tasteful green curtains, and the 'pool ball' coffee tables flanked them. There were more candles in that particular room, and Mulder cringed for a moment. Weren't candles girly? Didn't they smell like flowers, and make the room all smoky, and...
"Aren't these candles great? I found the retro holders at this great place downtown called Variable X and they were really reasonable priced. So were these candles. They're made of natural beeswax and smell faintly like vanilla. They're great for mood light or just relaxing, but look here." He pointed to the coffee tables and the 'pool ball' candles there. Those were cute, he thought those were cute-
No cute... awesome. He thought they were really. Awesome. Not cute. Mulder shook his head and berated himself for thinking in 'not so manly' terms. He was then led into the kitchen, which had been completely redecorated and switched completely around.
The double windows were gone, fused into one window. The window framings were black and white, to match the black and white checkerboard effect in the floor. He wanted to scuff his shoes on the new linoleum, but he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the floor... and thought that it was too pretty to dirty up. Suddenly, a vision of himself in a French Maid's uniform, feather duster in hand popped into his head. He shook it off and admired the new copper cookware that Ted had bought him.
His sink had been cleaned and refinished, and his refrigerator door had been unhinged and replaced. He was getting a bit giddy at all of the new stuff they had bought him. It *did* look impressive but-
"And off to the bedroom we go!" Thom said. He came up and slipped his arm through Mulder's and marched him towards the 'jungle of love' as Carson had deemed it...
To begin with, the wall between his kitchen and "dining room" had receded. Or was almost completely gone. That was the first thing that hit him. He wondered if that was even *allowed*... he did rent. Flabberghasted as he was, he allowed himself a moment to calm down. He took another *very* deep breath, and smiled. The other men were smiling as well, patting him on the back and directing his attention to various points around the room.
The walls, which before, were cream, were now factioned into a tandom checkboard pattern. All over the place, colors were splashed and integrated with other colors. It was amazing, the depth the colors gave to the rather small room. They had kept his old coffee table, but had it refinished and put a black border around it. They had bought new chairs, a la 1940.
Candles in retro holders were placed around the room and on the new black bookcases. The bookcases scaled to the ceiling and gave the impression of height. Mulder quickly noticed that his "special reading" was nowhere in sight. He also realized that his old psychology books and articles from college were arranged neatly on their own shelf. He smiled but felt a pang of lonliness for his pornography and wondered if later, he could salvage it from the dumpster.
They steered his attention to the living room, which Thom refered to his "not so bachelor pad." The new couch was firmly in place, but this time to the left of the windows. The windows were clad in tasteful green curtains, and the 'pool ball' coffee tables flanked them. There were more candles in that particular room, and Mulder cringed for a moment. Weren't candles girly? Didn't they smell like flowers, and make the room all smoky, and...
"Aren't these candles great? I found the retro holders at this great place downtown called Variable X and they were really reasonable priced. So were these candles. They're made of natural beeswax and smell faintly like vanilla. They're great for mood light or just relaxing, but look here." He pointed to the coffee tables and the 'pool ball' candles there. Those were cute, he thought those were cute-
No cute... awesome. He thought they were really. Awesome. Not cute. Mulder shook his head and berated himself for thinking in 'not so manly' terms. He was then led into the kitchen, which had been completely redecorated and switched completely around.
The double windows were gone, fused into one window. The window framings were black and white, to match the black and white checkerboard effect in the floor. He wanted to scuff his shoes on the new linoleum, but he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the floor... and thought that it was too pretty to dirty up. Suddenly, a vision of himself in a French Maid's uniform, feather duster in hand popped into his head. He shook it off and admired the new copper cookware that Ted had bought him.
His sink had been cleaned and refinished, and his refrigerator door had been unhinged and replaced. He was getting a bit giddy at all of the new stuff they had bought him. It *did* look impressive but-
"And off to the bedroom we go!" Thom said. He came up and slipped his arm through Mulder's and marched him towards the 'jungle of love' as Carson had deemed it...