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The house was far too quiet.
When he got home he normally walked in on you bustling around the kitchen making dinner, with a podcast or music playing in the background while you worked. It was always a welcome sight to come home to, helping him shed the stress of his military life at the threshold. But you weren’t where you normally were, there wasn't any singing greeting him with a grin and an off key high note. You weren’t even in the bedroom napping. If it weren’t for your car in its normal place he’d bet money you were out about.
That’s when he heard it.
The unmistakable sound of heavy guitars, and blaring drums. Your concentration music.
Looking out the kitchen window he saw you stirring a pot of steaming…something with a stick from the front yard, and bouncing along to the beat.
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You were making great progress! For only getting this idea at 10am this morning this little project was coming along nicely. It’d definitely be finished in time for this weekend trip to the renaissance festival. You just needed to let the fabric sit in the dye for 10 more minutes according to the box, then it just needed to be hung to dry. And with time to spare before Kyle got home.
You grabbed a piece of pizza out of the box and leaned on the counter to wait. Unfortunate that you beloved boyfriend chose that moment to announce he was home by coughing.
With a splutter and a flail you spun around to face whoever snuck up on you only to be greeted by Kyle grinning face. You quickly went to silence your speakers.
“What… are you up to luv?” he questioned peering into your steaming pot of dye.
“Well…you know how we were going to the festival on saturday” At his nod you continued “I thought having a purple blouse would go great with my skirt and belts, but I didn’t want to dye my others. Sooo I went to 3 different thrift shops to find a white blouse, and picked up dye. I’m almost finished.” you finished.
He hummed his understanding. “Do you want to get a takeout?” he asked as he turned to look at you.
You held up your pizza. “I got your favorite. Its staying warm in the oven.” you grinned. “If you go shower I’ll be all finished here with this, and we can watch something while we eat?” You suggested.
“Sounds like a plan” Kyle muttered into your hair before kissing the top of your head before turning to go inside and smirking to himself. He’d tell you about the couple spots of purple dye on your cheek later….maybe, you looked cute when it was clear you were having a blast crafting creating, and you looked good in purple anyway.