(MODERN AU)

Living with a thirty six year old had it's perks, such as he was respectful, knew his way around a car, could actually clean up after himself, and had a well paying job.

While there were plenty of pros, your thirty six year old was.. unique. Silly and sweet, but by God could he switch to anger like no other.

"Step three.."

Arthur murmured to himself, rotating the manual to an IKEA chair in his large, hairy hands whilst you spectated.

He asked for your assistance, you happily accepted, and now you were sat supervising him as if he were a child with a LEGO set and not a capable grown man.

"Step three? Ta Hell with step three! Where's step two?!"

The brunette exclaimed incredulously, glancing from the instructions to you with an 'are you seeing this shit?' look, taking the glasses from their position hooked on the collar of his blue button up shirt, he placed them on the bridge of his nose.

Rereading the guide to his new rocking chair, he threw it in your direction with a huff of resignation, grunting lowly to himself.

"Figure that shit out, missy, I ain't entertainin' it."