CreamMilk Deca X Archer X Milk
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Archer is so happy.
He’s been cleaning, and Deca is exploring the new house. Milk is in charge of bringing in everyone’s things, and everything is going so well.
“How are you doing with the boxes, Milk?” he asks as the pastel clad figure passes him.
“easy peasy, babe.” Milk chuckles as he sets one down with his magic. “but don’t worry, i know the weight of my responsibility.”
Archer chuckles and smiles, wiping his forehead a bit as he takes a break from the baseboards. “Well, when you’re finished, I wouldn’t mind some help. This is a lot more work than I thought and I’m getting tired.”
“course, be right there once i get the last couple’a things,” Milk headed back outside to get those boxes.
As soon as Milk was out, Deca came in from the backyard and said eagerly, not noticing his scarf falling down, “we’ve got a vegetable garden! and some flowers, too, but mostly vegetables.”
“Oh?” Archer hadn’t had a chance to see the back yard. “What kinds?”
“Well the flowers are all roses. Lots of roses...like now that I think about it, it’s more roses than vegetables,” Deca’s excitement wanes a bit but he shrugs it off, “But, it looks like we have tomatoes and peppers at least. I can’t tell with the rest.”
Milk came in with another box and added, “i can probably tell ya, once we’re done in here.”
“That sounds good to me.” Deca sat down and leaned back on his hands, happy to be moving in with his two favorite people.
