KimHarry Living Together Headcanons!!
Harry tends to create mess everywhere he goes: things disappear from his mind the moment he turns his head away, nothing has its own designated place in his spaces, he loses stuff constantly (which leads to having multiple of everyday things tucked away in different cornres: cleaning supplies, dishes and cutlery, small gadgets, bed linen and towels etc.). His bedroom quickly gets to this specific state where you can’t quite see the floor, because why would anyone put things away if said things could just land downwards with the gravity a.k.a. the most natural source of reason in the world?
When Kim comes over, Harry tries his best to clean up, but he can only manage to stay Actually Focused for a very little while, and his cleaning more often than not comes down to just shoving everything anywhere it fits. One time Kim visits unexpectedly and witnesses The Horrors, which immidiately gives Harry a bout of panic, however Kim is surprisingly unbothered by the mess: it fits his overall impression of Harry being a chaotic and unpredictable hurricane, so no surprise the place he lives in is just as messy as the insides of his head. He doesn’t judge at all, though he makes it his own duty to make sure the bedsheets are fresh when he stays the night.
Kim’s apartment, though, is a completely different situation. Kim lives mostly ascetically: he doesn’t have that much stuff at his place, every single book has its own spot on the shelves, all his dishes fit neatly in a single cabinet, all clothes live in their respective drawers and there’s never any dust on any surfaces in any room. However, the “mostly” in “moslty ascetically” refers to his small balcony where the kineema stuff is stored. The balcony is tiny, and the stuff is innumerable. Kim calls it The Pile. Kim’s best efforts at keeping The Pile in order go to nothing each time he fishes some new part from it. He has a rack, yes, but each shelf is stuffed top to bottom - and there’s motor oil and soot everywhere, so the sight might be even more frightening than Harry’s bedroom floor. Kim is terribly protective of The Pile and swears that he knows exactly where everything is and that when he needs a certain thing he can just go and get it.
[Drama: legendary] – Success: no, he doesn’t, and no, he can't. He can’t stop himself from occaisionally getting some new gimmick that he has exactly nowhere to place, each time he rearranges endless little boxes with nuts and bolts and wires and situates his new acquisition until there isn’t a two-millimeter gap between anything, and even if he knows where everything is – he certainly can’t easily get it: the two options are either painstaikingly dismantle the thousand-piece-puzzle that is his rack, get the thing and assemble the puzzle back together, or, which happens way more often, snake a hand deep into The Pile’s guts, grab the thing blindly, try to pull it out, fail and knock all the little boxes over to the balcony floor.
Generally Harry gets extremely nervous to touch anything in Kim’s flat and pays extra attention not to misplace anything (though usually when they spend time here Kim handles all the hospitality stuff such as washing dishes, taking care of laundry etc.). First time he sees The Pile the sight momentarily makes him exhale with relief, but then he asks Kim of it - and immidiately regrets not pretending he didn’t notice it at all.
Their desks at the precinct reflect just the same order of things they have at their respective homes: Harry’s is always in dissaray, he has exactly ten square centimeters of free space right in front of him (just as he has a teeny-tiny pathway on his bedroom floor that leads from the door to the bed), he has three to six dirty mugs on the desk at all times (only one of them actually belongs to him), he also never has a single writing utensil when he needs them (there are tens of those scattered useen between the papers). Kim’s desk is pristine: untouched documents lie in one pile, finished – in another, the ones he’s working on are arranged neatly in whatever order seems more logical, his mug is on his desk only when it has something in it that he’s actively drinking, otherwise it’s put away in a drawer, he has a simple pencil cup with several pens (which he replaces as the ink runs out) as well as a couple extra in the drawers, he also has a little clock in his field of vision - and there's enogh space to not even think of accidentally kicking it off the table. The bottom drawer of the desk, however, bears the name of Emergency Stash and contains several wrenches and pliers of various sizes, a box of screws, a couple of oil-stained rags, some random gloves, some random wires, a couple of matchbooks and a handful of loose matches, a lighter and god knows what else. Nobody is allowed to open the Emergency Stash (even if it’s actually an emergency).
Sometimes Harry wonders how Kim manages to keep his beloved vehicle in such pristine condition inside and outside while all his tools seem to live a life of their own.
