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Simon is not prepared for all the shit you come with. Yeah sure he picked you because your laundry list of hobbies should keep you busy enough to not bother him for attention or god forbid companionship, but he never actually...read the list of hobbies. He only saw the sheer volume of them and it was good enough for him.
Now he regrets not actually looking through your file. First there's the rodents. After a rather sharp conversation about how guinea pigs weren't rats and that no, you were not getting rid of them, he had watched as you brought in box after box of things for them. Seriously, how much stuff did they need? For only being a pound each it seemed like Simon was rather quickly loosing space in what is supposed to be a shared home. (He already had an opinion on the fact there was only one bedroom in the place...it's safe to say he's not pleased about it) The argument you two had about if there was going to be a cage in the only bedroom for the guinea pigs only further cemented the fact that you were rather...passionate about them.
Then came all the fucking yarn. Baskets and storage drawers filled to brim with different colored balls and squat tubes, that were apparently called cakes, littered the floor in what seemed like random spots. After that it was needle point, and after that felting, whatever that was. One after another more and more craft supplies invaded. The fact that there was still space for anyone else would be a shock. Hell it was a fucking battle just for him to claim the only fucking home office. Which he needed for all his stuff...that realistically fit within a large duffle bag and a cardboard box.
Simon always lived minimally, sue him.
It was an adjustment to go from living with only what he needed, what he could travel with, to living with things that could tumble out of their cluttered spot, or would shout at him anytime he so much as crinkled anything plastic. But...There are times when he's on the couch, laying his head on the handmade blanket strewn on there and resting his eyes, with the sound of the guinea pigs making their way through an afternoon meal of lettuce, that he'll admit it's all rather...cozy.