The Isle of IKEA, Wednesday Morning
Oct. 2nd, 2024 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
James's apartment had been largely abandoned for years, and he hadn't exactly made it homey before he left. So there was really only one solution, at least as far as a girl like Jesse went: a trip to IKEA, to at least get him some plants.
And furniture.
And weird little things. (She loved the weird little things.)
Being the disgustingly early riser that she was, it was probably no surprise that they turned up early, walking onto the premises of the island and its massive Swedish monolith a few minutes before opening time. "I always wonder who exactly shops here," she mused. "I think there's actually a special Portalocity station assigned to just the isle?"
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And furniture.
And weird little things. (She loved the weird little things.)
Being the disgustingly early riser that she was, it was probably no surprise that they turned up early, walking onto the premises of the island and its massive Swedish monolith a few minutes before opening time. "I always wonder who exactly shops here," she mused. "I think there's actually a special Portalocity station assigned to just the isle?"
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Date: 2024-10-14 08:36 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2024-10-14 03:05 pm (UTC)Rugs would probably make sense and be good, too, but he wasn't going to get to that thought on his own.
(Pictures? No.)
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Date: 2024-10-15 08:44 am (UTC)"You could actually put stuff somewhere," Jesse teased, "... and get stuff to put there."
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Date: 2024-10-15 09:42 am (UTC)You know, just wondering.
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Date: 2024-10-15 09:59 am (UTC)Maybe a little softer. But it was what it was.
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Date: 2024-10-15 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-15 10:05 am (UTC)War never really ended, did it.
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Date: 2024-10-15 04:34 pm (UTC)Bucky shrugged again, looking towards whatever knick-knacks happened to be in his line of sight. "Not much," he said. "Things from high school, probably? Or earlier."