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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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M stuck his tongue out at her turned back, rolling his eyes. “Says you.”

Alison chuckled softly as she continued to work on the laundry. “Love you~!”

M wrinkled his nose at her jokingly. “Love you too.”

Alison giggled a bit as she finished her load and switched the other out of the washer and into the dryer. She stuffed the next load in the washer, looked around for more clothes to do, and turned to M when she found none. “Looks like I get to help you fold now!”

M was holding the last shirt to be folded and he looked up at her. “Oh. I’ve finished.” He grinned as he set the folded shirt down. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“What? Seriously? Wow, that was fast,” Alison mused, blinking in surprise. “How did you do that?”

“What do you mean?” M asked innocently, looking down at the hamper of folded clothing.

“How did you fold everything so quickly?” Alison asked again.

“I folded it quite slow, in my opinion,” M fussed, frowning slightly.

“Hm. All right,” Alison hummed, glancing at the pile again before turning to M. “Would you like to help me put everything away?”

M nodded and slowly rose to his feet. He hadn’t been that comfortable on a floor before. It was quite nice.
“I can help with that, yeah.” He picked up the hamper.

“Great! To the bedroom, then!” Alison declared with a giggle as she bounced out of the room happily. It was great having him home. And she got him for another two days, too!

M bobbed after her, carefully shimmying up the steps after her. He smiled at her happy thoughts. He couldn’t help it; they made him feel very happy.

Alison pushed the door to their bedroom open and sat down on the bed. She patted the bed beside herself, smiling at M.

M shuffled over and set the basket down, sitting on the bed next to her. He smiled faintly at her, then down at the clothes.
“So. Organizing.”

“Yup. What if you hand me things, and I’ll put them away?” Alison suggested.

M nodded, bending to lift out an article of clothing. “Sounds good.” He handed her the shirt.

Alison took it with a smile and put it in the correct dresser drawer. “What should we do for lunch today?”

M handed her a pair of pants, humming in thought. “I dunno. Perhaps some soup?”

“That could be good. I might need to look a recipe up, though. I haven’t gotten the one from my mom, yet,” Alison mused, putting the pants away.

M handed her another shirt. “Do you want me to call again?”

“No, I don’t want to bother them again. My father is very busy these days, what with his business doing so well,” Alison said as she continued to put things in their respective places.

M frowned. “But soup!” He protested as he handed off a neat pair of socks.

“I can make a different soup, love,” Alison chuckled, setting the socks in a drawer.

M frowned slightly. “Okay. I bet your soup’ll be amazing anyway.”

Alison smiled over at him and chuckled a bit. “Thanks dear. I’ll certainly try.”