Oh shit dark!

[Eric]

Eric chuckled as he began the dishes. The water splished and the water splashed as water tends to do, and Meg and Jenny took over the couch while Lucy watched the youth with a critical eye.

"Well, I didn't mean *now* Stumpy." He said gently. "You should be sitting up on that couch watching whatever movies it is you like to watch and letting your feet heal some before they start to get manky. I've gotta drag out the reptile tank for Lucy and clean it up, feed the dogs feed the fish, and then try and relax a bit you know?"

Eric flicked some hair out of his face before leaving the dishes to soak as he began to mix together the dogs dinner. Old gravy, biscuits, and some dog meat. A splash of cod liver oil too, and he idly churned it together. His house had some semblance of order now, not that it ever had vast amounts in the first place.

Another thing he had to do was try and secure the door in a makeshift way before the night really set in. Eric had an inbuilt distrust of easy access to places and resolved to make some "adjustments" to the standard door he would get refitted tomorrow. Oh, and explaining that to his superiors would be just fucking great fun as it was. His nose crinkled at that thought.

More fucking work. Oh well. He flicked the dinner plates down, and Meg and Jenny sat obdiently looking at him before he clicked his fingers. Then they dived into their dinner. Now *that* was why Eric liked his dogs more than he liked people. They actually listened to him.

Green eyes fixed onto Tristian. "So, ever dealt with an iguana before?"

[triss]

Eric was doing the dishes. Shouldn't Tristian be doing the dishes, I mean he did make dinner afterall right? It was unfair for Tristian to go ahead, mess the dishes up and then have someone else clean up after him, or maybe he was looking at it wrong. Perhaps that because he made Eric food, Eric should be the one cleaning up? He didnt know, but he DID worry to much, it was obvious. A lot of the kids at school didnt have to do a bit of work about the house, and just sat there doing nothing, so Tristian shouldnt feel at all useless.

So far, even in the first few days of being with Eric he had done a bit, at least it wasnt nothing. So he shouldnt feel guilty about anything.

" Yeah ok in a bit!"

Relax? Yeah in a bit but there was still an interesting trail of blood to clean up. His eyes didnt like the way it made the floor look, it appeared to be too full, too much detail, too busy for something as simple as a floor, so he was going to clean it.

HE shuffles off the couch and lands on his feet with a small wince, but the pain he could endure, the sight before him was aggrivating to his eyes and needed to be gone. Slowly but surely he swiffered the floor clean, and the disposable rag was, disposed off.

" Actually, no I haven't Eric, scootch over for me a bit will ya?"

When Eric moved his bumbum over he would toss the cloth into the trash and probably go have a nap, he was pooped. That and the door was an ugly site as well and he couldnt stand looking at it. The hallway could be seen oout of his house, and aggrivated him even more, even made his eyes tingle. A door would be nice right about now, he was beginning to miss it.

[Eric]

Eric eyed Tristian.

Then he picked him up, and sat him down on the couch.

"Sit. Stay. Don't make me bribe you with chocolate drops." He pointed out, giving Triss a long look.

Then he wiped the floor somewhat lazily because evidently Tristian had some sort of obbsessive complusive order about cleaning. And no doubt living with Eric would drive him insane. That done, and it established that Triss was going to sit on that couch whether he liked it or not, Eric turned his attention the door.

First of all he manovered what was left to block as much of the hall as possible, then he slunk into the mysterious depths of his room and produced a few sheets of plyboard wood which he hammered into other bits so the entire thing was blocked. Then some beams horizontally across it. Ok, so he'd have to haul the nails out, but right now he couldn't arsed dealing with people that would come to fix it.

He'd do it in the morning, before heading out to work.

[triss]

Tristian wasnt used to being picked up, Derek never picked him up and this whole "being carried around thing" was a new experience for him. So you know he was all in the kitchen and BAM now hes floating about in the air because someone a lot tallter than him and liftef him off the ground.

Firstly the hands on the waist thing was akward. No no no he wasnt the kind of kid who took everything sexually, Eric just had big strong hands, and when he lifted him up so suddenly it was a tiny bit painful, enough to have him woop in surprise when he was lifted and carried back to his original spot. This time, Eric would not only be able to see how tiny the child really was, but feel it as well. It would be different, because even through all the material, with Eric's hands he could probably be close to wrapping them about his waist.

Tristian behaved much like a kitten who was picked up by the scruff of its neck. Upon being picked up, he curled up a tiny bit, arms staying close to his chest, and legs buckling in slightly. With his eyes as large as they were, maybe he did look a bit like a kitty, you should see him with his cat ears and tail.

Speaking of ears and tails, when his room was all set up and he found a sewing machine, he should start putting his costume together, that would be ammusing too.

So now that he undertood Eric honestly ment it when he told Tristian he wanted him to sit down, he did. Actually now that he was as comfortable as he was he didnt want to get up. His bottom was comfy on the coouch, and with the remote in his hand he began to channel surf until he found Sesame Street, and watched Super Grover as if he was really enjoying it, he really was too. It was much better than watching houses get redecorated and women giving birth.

Soon, after only a few minutes of Sesame Street Tristian would have fallen asleep curled up on the couch, the sound of a big googly eyed furry monster singing " C is for cookie" playing in the background.

[Eric]

Eric carried on with the door. Once it was finished, he dragged out the old tank he used to keep his snake in, before she died, and started to clean and disinfect it. He'd already done that before, but that had been several months ago and he just wanted to make sure. Eric had a habit of putting various things in other things and forgetting about them. So. It was scrubbed clean, all the while Lucy was eyeing him with a reptilian distain.

Once it was clean he lumped it over to under the fish tank and plugged in the lamp. Got some sand from his magical animal cupboard and filled it. Put a dish with water. Another dish with munchies. Then he picked up Lucy, who pointedly scratched his hand, put her in the tank and then cleaned his hand. Lucy didn't seem to like the tank, but liked the lamp.

Meg sniffed the tank for a good hour or so too. During which, Eric dressed the cut on his hand fed his fish and, and then put Triss to bed.

Then, Eric himself, went to bed. Meg slept on the floor and Jenny on the bed, because he'd let jenny to it when she was a puppy, and it was very likely Jenny was just as stubborn as Eric.

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