Dan POV:
"Remember, Dan, we are ONLY here to purchase ONE desk and ONE chair for the studio." Kyle reminds me. "No impulse purchases."
I groan. "And now we wait for you to break that rule with buying ice cream on the way out."
"That's not impulse!" Kyle protests "It's expected before we walk into the store, therefore planned!"
I roll my eyes. "I'm not even going to argue with you."
"Yes you will!"
"No I won't!"
"HA! You just did!" Kyle shouts.
"Dammit!" I exclaim, entering the store.
Kyle and I take advantage of the nearest IKEA as often as possible. Kyle has great taste in furniture and governs my spending, so he is easily the best shopping companion for this. Despite all of the visits here, we still have not made an effort to familiarize ourselves with the layout. We always tend to grab a map as we enter. More often than not, we get very lost somewhere in the bedroom area.
"Hey Dan," Kyle starts, nudging me.
"What?" I reply as Kyle points at a woman in bright orange sweatpants.
"Do you think I could pull those off?" He asks.
"I dunno, I'd like to pull them off you, though." I reply casually.
Kyle doesn't reply, but blushes. He stops to spin in a swivel chair.
"You like that one?" I ask, noticing the design goes with the One Eyed Jack's Studio aesthetic we have going on.
"It's comfortable." He replies, taking another 360 degree spin.
I check the label "Markus."
"Who the fuck is Marcus? Do you have a friend you're not telling me about?" Kyle asks defensively.
"It's the name of the chair, you twat." I say, rolling my eyes.
Kyle sighs. "Of course."
"Let's keep looking, I guess." I say, making my way over to the Kollabergs.
After writing down a shitload of words we don't understand and taking pictures of chairs (Most of which had Kyle posing beautifully in the background), we find ourselves making our way through the bedrooms. Our greatest challenge yet.
"Oooooh! Look at this duvet! It's so-"
"DAN!" Kyle shouts. "Don't get distracted!"
"Right." I reply, mentally saying farewell to the lovely duvet cover.
With minimal detours and getting lost, we escape the clutches of the bedroom section. Kyle nearly drags me through light fixtures and we finally emerge into desks.
The desk section is also skillfully littered with organization tools.I wish I was the kind of guy who was organized. If you take a look in my bedroom, you will immediately see how much of a pig I am. I buy myself boxes to put things in, but they always seem to find a "better" use and get ruined immediately.
Desks.
After searching for eons, I call Kyle over.
"How about this one? It has everything we need for it." I say, swooning over the desk.
"It's a nice design as well." Kyle points out.
"Is that a..?"
"Yes."
"Yussss." I say, taking a picture of the label.
"And it has a little shelf on top for Twin Peaks shrine number thirty seven." Kyle remarks.
