Paying Her Dues

[shinymetalboots]

[Necrofear does not want to spend five hours stirring soap, but her baby has been fed, desperately needed sleep has been had, and her irritation with Seto has been tinged with something a little bit like guilt, which she doesn't like at all. She supposes that she might as well get this over with

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[shinymetalboots]

[Ahh, no soap for Necrofear yet! Spying a distinctive head of white hair, she clatters over to him.]

Goodness, dear, where ever have you been? You look a bit under the weather, which makes sense, I expect, given our recent weather woes.

[shinymetalboots]

We've all suffered, then, haven't we? Of course, hibernation wasn't at first an option for those of us with wailing, half-starved children and difficult husbands who would rather argue and haggle than hand over just a bit of metal, but then gave it away for free after all that fuss. But never mind that.

If you've been in the basement, what have you been eating, exactly?

[kaibazilla]

[Have a sulky soap-stirring Seto.]

[shinymetalboots]

[Necrofear has arrived, reluctantly, dragging her shiny metal heels a bit. At least her baby is quiet this time. She wrinkles her nose at the mixture.]

So I'm meant to be stirring that, am I?

[kaibazilla]

[Lifts his head and gives her a sweaty, low-powered glare]

If you want to actually work for a living, sure.

[shinymetalboots]

[Glare returned.]

I'm repaying you for the metal, you realize, not adopting a miserable and rather insane new lifestyle. Goodness, who genuinely WANTS to work for a living?