Orson Baloo (ironpaws) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-15 17:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bagheera, baloo |
Who: Baloo and Bagheera
What: Settling in
When: Late last month
Where: Their new house
Warnings: So PG even Disney would approve
Status: Complete!
Orson really rather likes California so far. The beach is fantastic, and he's looking forward to relaxing out on the beach. Though unfortunately they have to unpack first, which he's looking less forward to but such is life.
He sighs as he sets a box down in their bedroom, pushing sweaty hair back from his forehead. "Can we just unpack the things we need for tonight and do the rest later?"
Orange County is actually quite lovely. It's not too far from what they're used to - sun and sand and ocean. That makes the transition a bit easier.
His lips curl up in an amused smile as he unpacks clothes. "Absolutely not. You know, you've had nearly a week before I got here to do all of this."
"I've done a little!" he protests. Which he has, sort of. Some of his and Rama's clothes made it into the closet, and enough kitchen things to make himself food are in the cabinets now. A few boxes had been pawed through, but that was about it.
"A little seems fairly accurate." When Rama goes by Orson, he passes his fingers over his other half's cheek, looking fond and exapserated. "Help me finish the bedroom and the bathroom, at the very least."
Orson makes a rumbly noise and rubs his face into Rama's hand happily. "Can we have a nice bath to relax after we're done? I'll wash your hair, I promise."
"Yes, all right." He pats Orson on the cheek and goes to find the boxes for the bathroom. Honestly, Orson could've at least moved the right things to the right rooms even if he didn't unpack them.
"Ah you love me." Orson grabs a couple boxes of clothes and sets them on the bed. He starts separating his and Rama's things out, puts things on hangers that need to go on hangers. Which is mostly Rama's things, and a couple of his Hawaiian shirts.
"I don't deny it." Rama busies himself with sorting out the bathroom, making sure everything has a home and a rightful place. He's sure things will be messed up within a day, but he can try.
He trusts Rama more with the bathroom because things will be just the way his darling, if meticulous husband will like it. Rather than thrown into drawers haphazardly like Orson would do it. "What do you want for dinner?" he calls out as he starts trying to carefully fold things to go into their wardrobe.
"Oh, I don't know. Should we order something in? I don't much like the thought of cooking after spending all morning on a plane."
"I have dutifully started gathering takeout menus. There is even a dedicated takeout menu drawer in the kitchen." He leans against the door to the bathroom with a pleased look. "Tell me how proud you are."
"I'm not surprised," he says instead, raising his eyebrows at Orson through the mirror. "Is there anything that I absolutely have to try?"
Another heaving sigh and Orson wraps all of himself around Rama from behind, enveloping him in a smothering hug and kissing his hair. "I just ask for a little praise now and then. Not a lot, just a little. And there's a pretty good Thai place. Unless you're dying for something American."
"I praise you plenty, don't be like that." Rama pats Orson's arm. "I could eat something Thai."
"I did not renovate a single thing while you were gone this time," he points out, and nuzzlekisses Rama's neck.
"This house is already lovely. And too expensive to be renovated so quickly." But Rama puffs out a laugh, reaching up to tease at Orson's fluffy hair.
"There it is." Orson grins and presses a sloppy kiss to Rama's cheek. "I'll go order dinner for us, how about that?"
"Have you even finished the bedroom?" he teases, lightly. "That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
"I put clothes away!" Not all of the clothes, but some clothes.
"I have no idea what I see in you." But it's completely affectionate, because Rama adores this ridiculous man. In his own way.
"You like me because I can pick you up over my shoulder and haul you off to bed caveman style. I know that's it." Orson grins at Rama in the mirror and gives his flank a hearty smack. "I'll go order dinner for us. And then I'll put more clothes away."