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Chanyeol crosses his arms and surveys the stacks of boxes towering around him in disdain. Those marked in black were his (he’d snatched the marker from Avery before he could even attempt to make a grab), and those marked in bright pink were Avery’s. It’s dismaying how his belongings far outweigh Avery’s own, how he’d stayed rooted in one place while Avery… well, Avery fucked off and did whatever he did best. Which, knowing him, probably involved hauling someone into a long con.
"This is bullshit," Chanyeol murmurs under his breath. And then he proceeds to attack the boxes with a ferocity he hadn’t expressed since the last time he believed in santa claus at christmas. Half-way between his boxers and Avery’s case files—how those two had ended up together, Chanyeol doesn’t even want to know—Avery returns with two boxes of extra large pizza and a six-pack. The look on his face tells Chanyeol that he knows he’s in deep shit, but he knows even better that he can get away with it.
"The rest is yours," Chanyeol says easily, grabbing the pizza from Avery’s hands. Avery doesn’t even say anything, merely heaves a long sigh and mutters something about the young being disrespectful these days. In response, Chanyeol chucks a particularly gooey piece of pepperoni at his head. It’s unnerving how Avery manages to execute some sort of half-acrobatic swing to catch the pepperoni in his mouth. Chanyeol’s pretty sure that sort of shit isn’t covered under having an eidetic memory, and he files it away under Things Avery Learnt When He Disappeared. The list is growing longer than Chanyeol would’ve liked.
They spend the rest of the afternoon unpacking, but it feels more like an exercise in sorting their lives out. After all, that had been the main reason they moved in together. Avery needed to get his shit together, needed a place to stay, needed someone to accompany him in the aftermath of his grandma’s passing. And Chanyeol? Chanyeol just needed the free pizza. (And maybe Avery.)
There’re bits and pieces of their lives that the other hadn’t seen before. Silly relics from the past that made for a quick anecdote, before it’s quickly shoved into either the Keep pile or the Throw pile. It feels a little belated to be doing the cleaning up now, but Chanyeol ends up throwing half of his childhood out. This change in his life was to be an inauguration to adulthood. If Chanyeol let’s himself think about it, meeting Avery’d been a long inauguration to adulthood.
"Remember when we took the—" Chanyeol begins, waving a stolen car license up in the air. He doesn’t even remember keeping this. When had he grown so attached to material items?
"Yeah," Avery interrupts, bursting out into laughter before he can seamlessly carry on with the story. "And his face when he saw the—"
They look at each other, both dissolving into a fit of chuckles—Avery’s shoelace slipping through the crack of the window, Chanyeol’s first stolen car, finding out that the man was a complete douche, unscrewing his license plate before abandoning the car in front of a police station. Big things that seemed small that pieced up the entirety of his teenaged years. Neither of them feel the need to continue a story they know so well.
The rest of their day pass easily, and it’s almost midnight when they’re done. Their house is divided into two: things that’ve settled nicely (their side, with the couch), and the things that have to go. To congratulate themselves on a job well-done, they both crack open cans of beer. Chanyeol demands lazily for a foot massage, to which Avery demands lazily for Chanyeol to go fuck himself.
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