Invasion: The Aftermath

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Emory took a deep breath, lifting his end of the couch. "Okay." He grunted. "One step.. At a time.." He said, already taking a step backwards.
 
Clarence gently pushed forward as Emory took a step back, but not too much because he didn't want to make Emory fall by pushing the couch too much. He looked down at the ground as he pushed, that way he didn't slip on anything if he didn't see it.
 
Emory slowly led the way out of the coffee shop without tripping. Once the whole couch was out, he started turning it. "Let me know if the couch tries to slip on the dolley." He told Clarence.
 
Clarence bit his lip while pushing the couch as Emory pulled, being as careful as he could possibly be. When Emory started to turn the couch, Clarence tightened his grip on the handle, then looked up above the armrest at Emory, but only for a second. "Um...Okay...Just try to go slowly...if you can...I don't want you to get hurt." He said absent-mindedly. He was focusing on keeping his grip on the handle, and making sure nothing moved out of place.
 
Emory nodded. "Okay." He said cautiously, turning the couch. He glanced around at their surroundings before looking back at the couch.
 
Clarence turned with the couch, and when it was straight again, he began gently pushing, not going too slow, and not going too fast. "...Careful...careful..." He repeated quietly, mostly to himself.
 
Emory watched his feet, glancing behind him every so often as he led the way to their home. As they neared the door, he spoke in a slightly strained voice. "Stop... I need to open the door.." He said, slowly lowering the couch to put it down.
 
Clarence stopped when Emory said to, loosening his grip on the handle. He sighed softly, standing up straight to stretch his back. When he raised his arms, however, he had forgotten about the cut on his left arm, so when he stretched it, he felt it split a little bit, which caused it to re-open and begin bleeding again. He made a faint yip, but he hid his pain. He looked at the bandage covering his arm, frowning at the blood slowly beginning to seep through. He quickly bent down again and placed his hands on the handle, hiding his arm behind the couch as he waited for Emory to say it was okay to push again.
 
Emory walked to the door, opening it and using a wooden plank to hold it open. He looked over as Clarence made a noise. "You okay?" He asked, a little worried as he stood, walking back over to the couch.
 
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm okay!" Clarence lied almost immediately. He looked back down at his arm, biting his lip as the blood began to seep through more. He'd...probably need another bandage. It stung a little bit, but he'd be fine as long as the cut didn't split or tear more.
 
"Alright.." Emory was a tad wary at Clarence's quick answer, but reached down and picked his end of the couch up. "C'mon.." He told Clarence, slowly pulling the couch inside.
 
Clarence began to push when Emory pulled, but he nearly hissed in pain. Now it hurt to push? Well...it did take a bit of muscle...he supposed. He removed his left hand from the couch and rested it on the armrest, hopefully not exposing his arm, but kept pushing with his right. After they pushed it inside enough for Clarence to see Matt still lying on the floor, he looked up until he could see Emory. "Where are we going to put it?"
 
Emory once again slowly rested the couch on the ground. "Give me a sec." He said as he walked to their stuff. Picking most of it up, he slid it under the bed, then move the rest of it there. "Is right here okay?" He asked Clarence, looking over with a faint smile.
 
Clarence stood up, too, watching Emory. He slowly placed his hand on his arm, trying to cover the area that was bleeding, though he knew that some of the blood would get onto his palm and fingers. "Looks good to me." He said, then smiled back. He bent back down again, pulling his hand away to look at it. He winced slightly at the bit of blood on his hands, and, not thinking, he just wiped it on his shorts and put his hand back on the handle, waiting for Emory to lift the couch again and pull.
 
Emory nodded. He noticed Clarence had a hand on his shoulder, but said nothing of it. He reached down yet again, curling his fingers under the edge and lifting the couch. He smokey started to move it over to the wall.
 
Clarence pushed as Emory pulled once again, keeping his left hand rested on the armrest of the couch. He looked back and forth between either side of the couch, making sure there wasn't anything on the floor that could potentially trip him.
 
Finally, the cough was close to the wall. Emory slowly set it down, nudging his head up to the wall. "Okay, I'm gonna lift it, and you pull the dolley out, alright?" He said as he walked over.
 
Clarence's eyes widened slightly, and he parted his lips to try and make an excuse as to why Emory didn't have to lift the couch...but he couldn't come up with anything. He sighed softly. It wasn't that big of a deal, anyway....He'd just have to be re-bandaged. "..Okay." He said, then held tightly to the handle of the dolly with just his right hand, his left resting at his side, and waited until Emory lifted the couch.
 
Emory paused as he got to the end. He started to say something, but stopped. Carefully, he lifted the end of the couch, carefully watching Clarence.
 
Clarence walked backwards until the dolly was all the way out from under the couch, then stood straight up, his right hand sliding over to cover where he'd bled through the bandages, completely unaware that he had blood on his shorts. "Okay...so now we get your chair?" He asked, looking at Emory.
 
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