Bill walked around the appartment, holding a box with dishes as he was trying to find where he could place it to be easy to grab stuffs in it in the kitchen. He 'humphed', his cheeks turning lightly red as he was forcing to hold it up.
" Where can we put it! Not on the counter... it'll be annoying to us to place stuffs on it as we pick the dishes! "
After a little moment, the older male took a chair in the kitchen, pulling it with his foot during a long 2 minutes to manage to place it in the kitchen, on the side of it.
" Pfah..! " he placed the box on the chair, panting a little, " I am a genius! " he said happily, rubbing his arms before he went to unpack the box, putting the plates on the counter.