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[ The door bangs open. Breathing heavily, Gwaine shoves a large, heavy chair through as well as he can with only one arm. In his other, he holds an open bag of chips. ]

Oy! Give me a hand, will you?

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[He looks up from the thing he was reading]

Eh? Where did you get that?

Street over. It was just there. There was food too. Want some?

Just there? You mean...on the street?

[HE IS CAUTIOUS...FOR NOW]

Yes. Next to that thing everyone throws their trash into. [ Taking a small break, he eats a few chips. ] There were a lot more things too.

...Are you sure that's sanitary, Gwaine? Was the bag unopened?

Right colour and smell. Not stale either. Better than most of the food at home. [ MUNCH. ]

[....he sighs and holds out his hand for a chip]

[ Gwaine tosses the bag at him. ]

Help me with this thing. Heavier than it looks. Almost threw out my back picking it up.

[Catches, and then frets]

Ah, really? Then you should rest it! I can get the chair!

That's what I said when— [ He's not even going to try. Waving his concern away, Gwaine drops into his old bed, the couch. ]

[It's Allen. He got distracted by food. But now that there's heavy lifting required, he'll drop the chips down onto the seat cushion and move to pick the chair up......which he does with ease as he carries it in]

Ah, where would you like it?

It's your place.

All right.

[Setting it down near the tv so it's another gaming chair sdfksd]

[ Gwaine steals the bag of chips. Chewing thoughtfully, he surveys the room. ]

You know what you need? A rug. I saw one over there.

A nice rug?

I guess. I didn't look too closely at it. Chair interested me more.

I see...

I suppose we could take a look at it.

Now?

Yes.

[In fact he's heading for the door]

Wait for me!

Then hurry up!

Have some pity! I hauled that thing all the way here! I don't have a special magic arm to help me lift it.

[ He closes the door behind him. ]

[He'll turn and look at him with a smile, walking backwards]

It's Innocence and it's not my fault you didn't think to call me from the journal before you hauled it!

It's vanity and I don't know where my blooming journal is, you eedjit.

Don't call me that! And it's not my fault you can't keep track of your journal!