crowry:
They all get married
oh god their house/apartment/whatever is an absolute disaster
uu wakes up in the middle of the night and fights dirk’s robotic monstrosities in the living room and breaks a bunch of furniture in the process, then passes out happily on the carpet covered in petrol, snuggling a severed metal torso
in the morning, jane and dirk walk into the kitchen and UU is sitting on the counter nibbling on a leftover funfetti-cupcake-in-an-ice-cream-cone-with-bbq-sauce-frosting looking like a natural disaster and a half and exasperated about it
dirk wants to scream because this is the third time this week that uu has ruined all of his progress, plus broken every lamp, plus tracked oil all over the couch and they just steam-cleaned it, but he can’t because UU says she’s really really sorry in the sweetest british mumble and is scratching her gangly troll feet together and she’s wearing one of his shirts, cause uu is a kleptomaniac
jane sighs and runs a washcloth under warm water and starts to clean UU off, clicking her tongue and saying oh come off it already, you know it’s not your fault you silly goose
then dirk just throws up his hands and makes a huge pot of coffee, extra extra extra dark
then jane and dirk hop onto the counter on either side of UU and eat the rest of the funfetti-cupcakes-in-ice-cream-cones-with-bbq-sauce-frosting for breakfast
then they kiss you know what i’m just gonna go lie down for a second and stare at the ceiling because i can’t