Open to M/F/NB Plot: Robert finally caved and bought a bed. Not for himself, but for your muse. Potential Relations: Either you've been dating for a bit, or you've been fucking around for a bit but are too chicken shit to admit there are feelings. (Fellow Dispatch muses are a plus~)
Robert's tiny ass studio apartment didn't really have the space for a lot. The futon Mandy and Chase got him and the chair he had had been all he'd thought he needed. The futon wasn't even something he considered he needed. Much less a whole ass bed. Sleeping on the floor was just fine for him. And up until now with a regular paycheck from SDN and stuff, all his money had been filtered into his suit upkeep.
But lately that had changed. The other had been coming over to his more often, sometimes staying the night and while he had no problems sleeping on the futon or the floor, he didn't like making the other. So he'd finally...bought a bed. And not just a mattress to put on the floor. Bed frame and everything. Beds were stupid expensive and he remembered one of the many reasons he hadn't bought one so far, but at least the other could sleep comfortably if they stayed over the whole night.
And either way, Beef loved the new bed.
"I'm aware it takes up most of the room," Robert said when he let them in to the apartment. Because it did. Most of the living space was now...the bed. "But it's not like I had much else in here anyway."
