New house smell
With the move in complete, Jon and Martin retrieved the Marshal from Georgie’s place and returned home. To their Home. They both settled into the couch while they enjoyed hearing everything the Marchal was getting into. Occasionally Jon would See to make sure she wasn't into anything that could hurt her while she explored.
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Martin’s alarm clock went off at it’s normal time before the sun would peek in through the blinds.
“Jon...I need to turn it off…”
Jon gave a mumbling ‘no’ as he nuzzled into Martin further.
“It’s only going to get louder.”
Jon’s response wasn’t able to be understood, almost sounding like static just being sent directly to Martin. Martin didn’t understand it, but it was a good indicator just how deep Jon was still in the dreams.
Martin let out a sign as he crawled over Jon to hit the snooze on the alarm clock. While he was happy Jon’s gotten better at sleeping and getting some rest, he also has gotten to be quite the deep sleeper. Martin assumed it had something to do with the way Jon’s dreams changed after he became the Archive, since Jon had told him details a few months back.
Martin leaned back in bed, unable to gain his freedom. “Jon. We are gunna be late to work, our travel time is a bit longer than when we were at my flat.”
“I‘m the boss. We can never be late cause I say so…” Jon’s mumbles were a little more understandable. Martin moving got Jon a little closer to the waking world.
“Okay. Whatever you say Boss.” Martin leaned into the cuddling partner and gave him a light kiss on the top of Jon’s head.
“Mmhmm…”
Martin laid there for a while longer before trying again. “So, I was thinking this weekend we could try installing that little cat door on the bedroom door.”
“Our….”
“Hmm? Our what?”
“Our bedroom door. Not ‘the’. It’s our door, Martin.”
Martin couldn't hold back the laugh.
“What so funny…” Jon was starting to sound a little more there.
“It’s, it’s the way you said it. Our door. Not mine or your’s. Not like we’ve been sharing a room for months or anything...”
“Are you teasing me?”
“Me? Teasing you?” Martin pulled in Jon while snickering. “Never.”
“I take it back. You are going to be marked late now…” Jon pouted slightly, fully awake.
“Cause you are the boss?”
“...Yes.”
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The door altering got pushed off with Daisy showing up on the Saturday after they moved in.
“I’m here to install your cat tree Sims.”
“Hey Daisy. Thanks. I wasn’t expecting you to be bringing it in so many parts...” Jon looked to what almost looked like a pile of wood, had he not Known what the floor plan was for it, it would look like just a bunch of random wood.
“Hm, yeah. I thought about building it and bringing it here, but then I remembered none of us have a car. Don’t think this would be proper use for a cop car. Not all of us have job security like you do.”
“Heh, yeah. They draw weird lines for what is okay and not in your department. If you ever decide to quite, I’m sure Elias couldn’t stop me from adding you the payroll.”
“I would hate to work for him or you.”
“Ouch. You wound me.” Jon acted overly dramatic.
“Nothing personal. Ah, there’s your little stinker.” Daisy grinned as Marshal came to investigate what was happening in the front room. She immediately bolted to Daisy for attention.
“She’s been exploring the place like crazy. Thanks for helping with the cat tree.”
“Don’t mention it. Our’s enjoy it quite a lot, plus I notice you staring from time to time.”
“I- I’m not staring at the tree...your cats are fun to check up on when I’m bored at work…”
“Mmhmm.” Daisy tossed a mouse toy and Marshal was gone, vanished into the kitchen where the toy went.
Jon fell into the couch to keep Daisy company as she started to get the parts out for the tree. She had forbidden him to help several times throughout the week, stating ‘Jon is a disaster’ and ‘is as breakable as a baby deer’ therefore not allowed near her powertools.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about what we talked about a little while ago.” Daisy put down her tools once the first layer of the tree was complete.
“Which thing?”
“The, You know, my alignment to the Hunt. I’m. I’m done. It’s been getting rough lately. Been too long I think.”
“Makes sense. In the buried you managed for several months, even if it was a forced separation, it was still there. You decide what you want to go with?”
“I think I’ve narrowed it down...None are really that great.”
“Nope.”
“And not even sure if it will go the way we want since you claim you aren’t at full power.”
“I’m not...it would be easy otherwise.”
“Show off.” Daisy’s voice was dry, but definitely playful. Jon simply shrugged with a grin.
“Well, thinking starting with Vast honestly. Something the Hunt can’t reach? Might be fun too. Never not been chasing something.”
“Vast could be good. Spiral might be a good back up, since it’s near impossible to find something if the Spiral doesn’t want it to be found. I know some Avatars of both that could probably help out, so we wouldn’t need to completely rely on the books. Unless you would want to.”
“Look at you, social networking.”
“Ugh… don’t word it that way. Let me send them a text and see if either are free.”
“Aren’t the Vast sort always free?”
Jon gave her a look before returning to his phone.