So just pull the trigger.

1. That has to be true love

"Gods, these people, can they move any more slowly?" Joni grumbled under his breath and Misha gave him an amused look. "I mean seriously, I think they should consider building some sort of lanes for people, you know, like for cars?"

"What?" Misha chuckled looking at him once more.

"Yeah, like people who are going that way," Joni pointed ahead. "And people who are going back there," he pointed in the direction they were coming from. "Possibly some sort of traffic lights might work as well." Just then an old, rather fat lady with her shopping cart and a younger slimmer woman with her children stopped in their tracks to marvel at the couches on display, all spread so that they were conveniently blocking the whole aisle. Misha could see the irritation forming on Joni's face as they drew nearer and these people didn't seem to realize that they were blocking the way. He lowered his hand on the brunet's shoulder. "Calm down," he whispered, smiling and when they were close he said; "Excuse me," and the women looked at him surprised and then apologetic.

"Oh, sorry," the younger woman said and they moved.

"It is that easy," Misha said as they moved easily past. "Problem solved," he added and to himself, he thought how Finnish people easily seemed to have this problem; instead of asking "Excuse me, can you move?" They preferred glaring at the obstacle ahead, assuming that said obstacle, a person, should have sense enough to realize that they were in the way, simply from that glare directed at the back of their head. This thought wasn't something he wanted to share with Joni, because it would make him snap in his current agitated mood, but it did cause him to grin rather suspiciously.

Someone moved from behind them, bumping into Joni as he went, and didn't even stop to apologize, it made the brunet almost growl and Misha too felt annoyed at the man who had almost made his boyfriend lose his balance. Why was it so difficult to say excuse me? And then they spotted three teenage girls at one of the bedroom sample rooms looking at them and whispering to each other, when they noticed him looking back they giggled and blushed. Joni rolled his eyes and sighed, but managed some sort of smile. "Gods I hate Ikea on Saturday noon, I don't understand what possessed you into taking us here."

"Well, we need new furniture if we're seriously thinking about getting our place, right?" Misha answered calmly and smiled when stopping to look at one double bed. "And we do need a new bed most urgently," the blond nodded, their current one had lately begun to creak quite a bit, shocked perhaps by being so frequently used for other activities than sleeping. "What do you think of this one?" Misha asked and Joni sighed, looking at the bed frames with dark metal pillars on them. The bed looked nice enough and he knew why Misha wanted their bed to have pillars. The perv, Joni thought and grinned to himself.

"I'm not buying our new bed from Ikea," the younger man said, however.

"Why not?"

"Because... We can afford better," Joni answered and looked up at him. "Can't we go someplace else?"

"I like Ikea," Misha said. "Why spend a fortune when you can get decent stuff for a moderate price?"

"I don't want a home that looks fresh out of some Ikea catalog page, plus what if it starts to creak as well?" Joni asked.

"It doesn't have to look like that," Misha assured, took a pen and wrote down the information about the bed that they were looking at, just in case. "And there's nothing wrong with the quality."

"I still want to look elsewhere too, it's my bed too after all." 

"Of course it is and of course, we can look elsewhere," the blond assured him with a smile, discreetly touching Joni's arm.