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Summary:

It's mostly just Shane and Ilya being absolute menaces to each other over text, but in like.... in a domestic way? Think: arguments about who bought the wrong milk and playing yathzee while sharing a couch. Just soft, homey vibes for them.

Notes:

this is for the days that the most heated conflicts in my head can end in a quiet room with a cozy light and warm drink.
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Edit: i'm only writing during my night shifts. lucky for us all. i work 4/5 nightshifts a week ;)

Chapter 1: Late night snack

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Ilya <3

i heard you opening the freezer

if you eat the rest of the salted caramel i will actually file for divorce..

we are not married...

i will marry you just so i can divorce you

leave the icecream alone!

im getting the ice pack for my knee

stop being paranoid!

...also i already ate the icecream yesterday

ILYA