I wrote you a little LilLee au drabbly thingy. I hope you like it! :)
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Three piles of boxed, bagged and other assorted packages were spread out on the floor. “Alright, that pile is junk we can get a refund for, that pile is useful stuff to keep, and that pile is junk we can’t get a refund for,” Lilly explained, pointing to each pile in turn. Unsurprisingly, the pile marked ‘can’t get a refund for’ was the largest.
“None of this stuff is junk,” Lee protested, arms crossed almost huffily. “I bought it all for a reason, alright. Some of this stuff I got special for you, you know.”
“Oh please, all this is the result of you impulse buying; you haven’t put any thought into any of it.”
“Really? Okay then,” Lee picked up a grey plastic bag from the ‘can’t get a refund’ pile and tore off the packaging, revealing a pair of dark green felt slippers shaped like cartoon crocodile heads.
Lilly scrutinized them for a good few seconds before looking Lee dead in the eye. “Crocodile slippers.”
“So your feet don’t get cold.”
“Crocodile slippers, Lee.”
“What, you don’t like crocodiles? But they’ve got little googly eyes and teeth and everything.” He held them up to her face for her to get a better look, only for them to be swatted away.
“Have you no idea about living on a budget?”
“Have you no idea about sentimental value?”
“Sentimental?” Lilly scoffed. “Most of this crap has never been taken out of the box!”
“You are way too ruthless when throwing stuff out,” he retorted, “we should save some of this stuff for when we do need it.”
“We will never need this junk; it’s just taking up space and our place is too goddamn small already.”
“Okay, so you’re telling me that we don’t need new pots and pans for the kitchen? Well, looky here,” Lee bent down and ripped the top off a particularly large box, filled with gleaming saucepans and other kitchenware. Lilly got a glimpse of the package, mentally taking note that all the kitchenware they were planning to buy was indeed in that box and narrowed her eyes at it as if it had personally insulted her. “And who decided to just throw all this out? Without looking at it?”
“Cut it out,” Lilly scowled. She snatched up the box and strode off towards the kitchen with it. “I’m putting this stuff away.”
Rolling his eyes, Lee followed her. “Hold up, I’ll help.” They stocked up the kitchen cupboards, making idle small talk. He had bought everything they needed, much to Lilly’s chagrin- which only added to Lee’s amusement. She was one of the only people he had ever known to get exactly what she wanted but still get pissed over it. And although he wouldn’t admit it to her, he thought her little pout was cute.
“Wait, you didn’t put any of the books I got in the pile to throw out, did you?” he suddenly fretted.
“Of course not,” she replied.
“Oh, g-” One wrong knock of the cupboard sent a bag of flour tumbling off the top shelf and crumpled on top of Lee’s head. A cloud of powdery mist exploded, completely covering his face in a mask of white. Lilly burst out laughing and almost doubled over that the ridiculous sight. “Glad you find it so amusing!” Lee spluttered, wiping away handful of flour away from his eyes and mouth.
“Hang on, I’ll get you a towel,” Lilly tried to say between snickers. He had already managed to clear off most of it. For just a moment, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the side of a shiny pot, and felt everything freeze. The flour that remained had work its way into the lines and crinkles of his face causing them to appear deeper, more obvious, and his hair and beard were dusted with just enough powder that they looked grey. Aged. The face of someone long gone, sharing his expression of a bittersweet surprise, stared back at him from his reflection. “Are you okay?” Lilly asked with concern in her eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Lee gestured awkwardly to his hair. “It’s just, uh…with the grey hair I look…look kind of like my dad.”
“Oh.” Concern mixed with sadness and empathy. She wrung out excess water from the damp towel and gently cleaned up his face and hair. “Your dad must’ve been quite a looker,” she smiled, tenderly.
He grinned a little in response. “You saying grey hair works wells on me?”
“I think I could live with it.”
“So when we’re both old and grey and I have to walk with a cane, you’ll still be happy waking up to my old wrinkled face every morning?”
“You know what? I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
She finished cleaning him up and dusted the flour off his shirt. “I should change; it looks like I’ve had some serious dandruff,” Lee mumbled.
“Good idea. How about some coffee? I figured we deserve a break.”
“Damn, that’d be perfect.”
After a quick change into a spare white t-shirt, Lee returned to find Lilly watching television on the couch, her feet up on one of the boxes and now clad in crocodile slippers. He sat down beside her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She handed him his coffee and with her now free hand held Lee’s hand on her shoulder, absentmindedly running her fingers over his. “So are your feet warm enough?” He tried awfully hard to hide his grin.
“Shut it,” Lilly muttered over the rim of her coffee mug. Still grinning away, he pressed his lips to her temple and she gave him a light peak on the lips as they settled down to watch crappy late night television together.
