*—and what follows is pure comedy to anyone who isn't hauling this particular couch (the biggest of the lot they've hauled today), which doesn't want to fit through doorways or squeeze down stairways or cooperate in any way at all*
*spends half the time either laughing (how many Poles Vanyar does it take?) or swearing under his breath (just one more thing to curse her for, really)* *by the last leg of the trip, though, is nothing but sweat and straining arms and shoulders and thank Eru this is the last. fucking. one.*
*finally sets the thing down—and the temptation to just drop it is strong, but they do need it in returning condition—inside the moving truck* *stumbles around and all but collapses on it, breathing hard* Ho-lee... shit...