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Green was in the middle of discussing delivery and return policies with the assistant when a loud ploof and subsequent thud cut into their conversation.
“That one was bouncier than I thought,” Red said, slightly muffled as he was facedown in the carpet, but he quickly flipped over with a thoughtful expression. “I like the last couch more.”
Green resisted an amused smile, preferring not to encourage Red’s antics at the moment. He would very much like a couch at the end of today, as his new apartment didn’t have any furniture yet. “Red, stop throwing yourself on all the sofas,” he said with a frown and turned to the assistant with a neutral face. “Ignore him. About the 30-day ret—”
“Green, this one’s perfect!” Red yelled from across the store, somehow traveling from the floor and winding through several set pieces in the span of three seconds.
Green held in his tongue, knowing he’d also have to yell to reach Red’s ultimately unheeding ears. His moment of hesitation cost him the assistant’s attention.
“Ah yes! That one is a recent addition from the Fall collection...” the assistant continued to ramble as they approached the couch Red was resting too comfortably on. Green trailed a bit behind, a glare ready for the leech of his life.
“Might I remind you we’re here for my apartment,” Green snapped.
“But I’ll be visiting all the time, so you should get a couch I like,” Red smiled as though he were imparting some grand wisdom. It was worse that Green couldn’t actually find anything illogical in his statement, other than the sheer smugness of it.
“You won’t be visiting if you don’t quit messing around.”
For some reason, that only made Red’s smile wider. “Okay! You should still get this one though.”
Despite every spiteful bone in his body, Green relented and finalized the payment terms for the new couch. As partial vengeance, he had Red oversee the delivery and assembly while he picked up everything from kitchenware to parts for a Personal Computer.
He soon learned that however meticulous he made his schedule, it would inevitably fall apart to the constant inquiries of Viridian city residents—they were overly excited at having a Gym Leader that actually stayed in the city. With the delays, Green didn’t make it back until well after sundown, and he had had to make a stop to get a takeout dinner on the way.
When he and Machamp, with ten bags and boxes in tow, arrived at the apartment, they found Red asleep on the new couch. They tried to be quiet, but the scrunching of paper bags and clanging pots and pans couldn’t be avoided. So Green turned on the lights and waited, returning Machamp and dropping off the takeout on the kitchen island.
The sound of shifting cushions ended, and he met Red’s pouting face with forced indifference.
“What took you so long?”
He chose to deflect that. “Were you hungry?”
“No, I was lonely.”
A small smirk formed. “I’m here now.”
“No you’re not. You’re over there,” Red said, and patted the cushion rather insistently.
As was the theme of the day (and probably his life now that he had Red), Green gave in, leaving the apartment in its state of disorder.