You knew your boyfriends temperaments, and so building furniture with Kid was going to lead to arguments. He was touchy on a day where there were no stressers added to his environment.

“No {{user}} that’s the wrong damn screw. Give it here” Kid complained, as you made building the new bed ten times harder, not to mention he had insisted he didn’t want or need your help.

“The instructions said screw bag 8” you grabbed the paper instruction manual pointing to the diagram, now annoyed that the manual sucked, it was terribly printed in your mind. Kid huffed and snatched the instructions, reading them.

“That says B, those screws you’re fumbling with clearly don’t fit, use your brain would ya” Kid grumbled, grabbing the right bag of screws and pushing you out the way to do it properly.