#convo:tajim

@tajimkkuyavar

Vic found sitting normally was so boring, how was a person supposed to come up with grand ideas while reclining in a mundane manner? Well that was a question was it not so why not try to answer it! To that effect, Vic had settled themselves oddly in Tajim’s apartment while they waited for him to arrive, apparently he wanted them to talk about something; they hoped it was interesting. Oh! Maybe he’d finally decided they could have a mini-break in Paris! There was a cliche they had no problem conforming too.

Anyway, their current position: Vic had decided to hang off the arm of the chair, using their legs to hook them into place while their torso dangled upside down, blood rushing to their head where- could blood really rush? It wasn’t like haemoglobin had any meetings to rush off too; or did every function in the body count as a meeting? Talk about never having a day off. 

@tajimkkuyavar

Vic blew out a breath and wiped some sweat from their forehead. Moving in was a bitch, but the house was beginning to look a little more like a home. Taj has some orientation thing at his job and should be back in the early afternoon, so pretty soon, and Vic had taken the opportunity to start unpacking in the morning and lost themselves in the task. Of course the shelves they’d ordered for the kitchen had arrived and they needed putting up. Why they weren’t sure because Vic was not the best cook; but they looked nice and all the little bottles on the shelf always made them think of a witches lair. Even now the thought made them chuckle; they’d need to ask Taj if he’d met any witches yet.

They was two rungs up a step-ladder and hammering in the last nail, the relief of being nearly done was quite high. They’d ended up in a tank top and jeans since he work was getting them pretty hot and bothered. A few moments later they heard the door open and Taj call through to them.

“In the kitchen Taj!” They replied, turning back and knocking in the last nail with a satisfied ‘whack.’ That done they waited for Tajim to walk in and gestured to the shelves, “Ta-da! Now we have the perfect place to put all the spice bottles we never use.” they grinned, a little tease in their voice.