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[captain_fucking_magic]

It's been a weird few days for Harry. But weird in a good way, which is sort of what makes it weird. He's not really used to so many good things happening at once like that. He and Harmony are going out on Saturday (which, ok, that's going to be awkward since he's down to like, his last $40), he's got a job that doesn't involve moving heavy boxes across some nasty warehouse, and no-one's tried to shoot at him in several weeks.

He's celebrating by taking over Perry's sofa with a book he found in the office. He's half-way through The Sign of Four and wondering why no-one ever told him that the Victorians were into more than just melodramatic romance. He might have actually read these earlier if someone had bothered to tell him that there was actually a decent plot to them.

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[captain_fucking_magic]

Harry just settles in to have a sulk on his end of the sofa.

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

That face. Good lord. Perry rubs his face and comes to a decision. Another one to lose sleep over. Mainly because he's so okay with it, but fuck off, who asked you?

"I gotta clean out the spare room. No, wait. You gotta clean out the spare room."

[captain_fucking_magic]

The look on Harry's face right now? It's the one he wears when he has no idea what the fuck just happened.

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Perry sees that a lot.

"Did you hear me, Chief? You got work to do." Perry picks up his phone, and dials a number.

"Hey, it's me. Remember that thing with the guy in the place? Yeah you do, don't fuck me around. Right, yep. Bedroom. Fuck off." And he hangs up. "You're still here? Get!" And he gets up off the couch to point the way.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"I... can't really afford rent, unless you're taking that out of my pay cheque, too," Harry says cautiously.

And then he realises that if that is the case, he's probably gonna wind up working to pay Perry off for the rest of his life.

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"You already owe me most your pay. I'm not gonna charge you rent. For now. But you'd better not fucking screw me. Now go and clean your damn room."

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Yeah, all right, mom. Jeez." He gets up and starts heading toward the spare room. "What do you want me to do with the stuff that's in there? I mean, if it's all right, the books can stay in there, but like the desk and files and stuff?"

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"You can put the files in the other office. And probably the desk too. And the chair. Leave the books, but you'd better not bust any of them, or drop them in the bath, or any shit like that because I will fucking end you."

The office upstairs is pretty big, everything should fit okay.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Yeah, yeah, fine. You gonna help, or make me lug that shit upstairs by myself?"

Still, he's not really complaining. He's still not even sure how he talked Perry into this deal at all.

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"I'm busy." Doing what, exactly? Fuck you, that's what.

Not watching him work, for sure. Because Perry is a professional.

[captain_fucking_magic]

Harry half-heartedly glares at Perry before getting to work. Once he gets all the old files and shit out of the way, the room actually turns out to be a fairly decent size.

He does pretty well with getting everything out of the way until it comes time to move that big fucking desk out of the way. Even trying just pulls on his chest so bad that he almost feels like he tore something.

"I'll keep the desk for now," he declares. "Fuck this."

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"Fuck that. You'll only cover it in crap, and it's actually useful." By now a couple of surly guys have pulled up with some flat-pack furniture and even some bedding (Perry's guy is looking forward to never hearing from him again), so Perry gets them to take the desk upstairs. He doesn't help Harry with the flat-pack stuff.

"You do realise you're my bitch now?"

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Fuck you," Harry sneers. "No, wait. Don't. That's not an invitation."

He watches the guys move all the heavy stuff upstairs as he absently rubs the spot on his chest.

"What'd you do to get these guys to owe you this sorta favour?" he asks Perry.

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"Never you mind," Perry snaps. "What's it to you, anyway?"

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Just trying to make conversation," Harry sneers. "Are you always this friendly to your room mates?"

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"I haven't had a roommate since college, what do you think, fuckhead?"

Whatever other witty retort Perry had lined up is cut off by Surly.

"The boss says that you're even now."

"The boss? Tell him he's still not a mob boss, he's a furniture salesman." Perry gives his best bitchface. "Now, if you don't mind, fuck off."

"Asshole."

"Bite me."

That charming exchange made, Perry turns back to Harry.

"You need a screwdriver or anything?"

[captain_fucking_magic]

"No, I think I'm fine," Harry says. He's back to quiet sulking again. "I'm just gonna..."

He starts to make his way back to go finish up in the other room, but stops again.

"Hey, thanks, by the way. Not a lot of people would, you know." He shrugs awkwardly.

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"Yeah well, if you steal any of my shit I'll break your face." Not an empty threat.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"Yeah, fuck off. We been over this already, remember? Where the hell would I put any of it?" He shrugs again. "I wouldn't even know who to sell it to, not that I'd take any of your shit anyway. You just don't fuck over friends like that, all right?"

Harry would believe in honour amongst thieves, wouldn't he?

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

Again with the f-word. To hide his confusion, Perry heads back to the lounge. He grabs Harry's bag, it finally gives up the fight for life, tears along a seam, and packets of gum spill over the floor in a shoal.

"The fuck?"

He grabs a handful and pounds back down the hall.

"What the hell is this?" He drops it in front of Harry.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"I don't know. Your dick?" asks Harry as he tries to work out the instructions for a small shelf.

Then he looks up at Perry.

"Oh."

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, oh. Come on, explanations now, shithead." Perry hauls Harry up by the shoulder of his shirt.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"It's just gum," Harry insists. "Jeez, lighten up."

[thereal-lapi.livejournal.com]

"Did you pay for it? Well? Because for a guy down to his last forty bucks, that's an awful lot of dollars." So Perry's pissed.

[captain_fucking_magic]

"What? No. Fuck off. What's it matter. I didn't take it from you. I took it from the hotel."

Hmm. Has he said too much?