Dammit, Chris, Liam got 4 too, like 5 hours ago. And I got distracted by ~other stuff~scots_fuzzNovember 12 2011, 05:27:41 UTC
"Ro~oose, I'm out 'f so~ooap" can be heard from the kitchen alcove in Liam's flat. He's buried up to his elbows in dishes, and the soap bubbles are just about out of steam. So to speak. Care to help him out?
Hee, no worries. Put her to work like a scrubbing bubble. huffpuffblondeNovember 12 2011, 05:38:35 UTC
She pokes her head in over the little open bar thing that separates his kitchen from his living room. She can't help but grin, she really can't. He just looks so... domestic, elbow-deep in bubbles, dishes piled every which way, sleeves rolled up.
Who wouldn't want to help that? She rounds the corner and squats down, digging around beneath his sink. She tugs out a new bottle of soap. "Budge over, I'll help."
Oh he'll scrub her bubble all right...scots_fuzzNovember 12 2011, 06:07:21 UTC
"Och, thanks so much, I'm so behind on dishes it's no' even funny." Well gee, for one bloke in a flat all by himself (for the most part) that's quite a bit of dishwashing neglect if he's elbow deep in it.
He scoots over to allow Rose some room and grabs the soap, squirting some into the dishwater and setting to scrubbing at a particularly stubborn pot.
Ohoho, they can get dirty, and they can get clean, and they can do both at the same time.huffpuffblondeNovember 12 2011, 06:17:07 UTC
"And here I was thinking the pizza boxes were your only form of food containment." She shoots him a teasing grin and sets in, grabbing a washcloth and a dish. Considering how often she was over dirtying up all of his dishes anyway, she really ought be pitching in a helping hand.
"Between the dish collection and the decor, I think you've pretty much got 'man cave' covered."
"What? I like an occasional bowl of oatmeal in the mornings, one cannae live by cold pizza for breakfast alone!" He grins and bumps Rose on the hip even as he's still working. on that. stubborn. pot.
"Ye really think so? I was hoping t'expand it to 'man mansion'--d'ye think I've got a chance?" And there's more grinning.
She giggles a bit, a combination of his declaration and the bump on the hip, and she gently bumps him back. She pushes up on her toes to get a look at the pot he's attacking like a madman.
"D'you want me to--" A pause as his sentence sinks in, and she gives him the most hilariously incredulous look. "Man mansion?"
Snoooort. "Trade me, Emperor Dude, you're scrubbing the royal oatmeal pot all wrong."
"Alright, you're the expert, Washerwoman Rose, have at!" He hands over the pot and scrubber, absconding with the washcloth Rose had been using and grabbing a new dish to clean after shoving his wet shirtsleeves up again.
"Wot, ye don' think I c'n pull it off?" He inclined his head to one side or the other as he washed, as if ticking off the list with his fingers. "I just have tae purchase all the flats in the building, knock down a few walls here an' there, paint the remaining walls an' spread me hideously mismatched single-male decor throughou' each room, bu' wi' themes! Then ge' a flatscreen for the man-theatre in the dungeon an' I'm golden, yeah?"
She starts work on the pot, but she's quickly derailed by his master plan.
By the end of it, she's positively cackling with laughter. Themes, Liam? She has to pause a second and double over the sink to catch her breath from the laughter, and when she's finally done, she turns to him, her tongue poking out.
"D'you know what I think?" She quirked a teasing eyebrow, "I think you are possibly the biggest goob in all of recent history. The biggest, most Scottish goob ever. That's what I think."
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Fine, scoot over. I'll wash, you dry.
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If you like.
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Who wouldn't want to help that? She rounds the corner and squats down, digging around beneath his sink. She tugs out a new bottle of soap. "Budge over, I'll help."
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He scoots over to allow Rose some room and grabs the soap, squirting some into the dishwater and setting to scrubbing at a particularly stubborn pot.
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"Between the dish collection and the decor, I think you've pretty much got 'man cave' covered."
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"Ye really think so? I was hoping t'expand it to 'man mansion'--d'ye think I've got a chance?" And there's more grinning.
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"D'you want me to--" A pause as his sentence sinks in, and she gives him the most hilariously incredulous look. "Man mansion?"
Snoooort. "Trade me, Emperor Dude, you're scrubbing the royal oatmeal pot all wrong."
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"Wot, ye don' think I c'n pull it off?" He inclined his head to one side or the other as he washed, as if ticking off the list with his fingers. "I just have tae purchase all the flats in the building, knock down a few walls here an' there, paint the remaining walls an' spread me hideously mismatched single-male decor throughou' each room, bu' wi' themes! Then ge' a flatscreen for the man-theatre in the dungeon an' I'm golden, yeah?"
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By the end of it, she's positively cackling with laughter. Themes, Liam? She has to pause a second and double over the sink to catch her breath from the laughter, and when she's finally done, she turns to him, her tongue poking out.
"D'you know what I think?" She quirked a teasing eyebrow, "I think you are possibly the biggest goob in all of recent history. The biggest, most Scottish goob ever. That's what I think."
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