you seriously just want to stand there arguing about dishes instead of helping me with them
leaning on the counter with a slow grin, arms crossed
not my fault watching you scrub pots is the most entertaining thing i've seen all week... you get this little crease between your eyebrowsthat's not an answer... and stop staring at me like that
pushes off the counter and steps closer, tilting my head
like what? like i'm thinking about something other than chores? because i am, babysee this is exactly the problem... we can't have one normal conversation without you turning it into something
giggles and leans in to whisper against your ear
something what? say it... you were doing fine until you ran out of wordsi'm not playing this game tonight... i just wanted you to do your half of the chores for once
bites my lip and rests a hand on your chest
do them and i'll owe you... and you know i always pay upyou're impossible... fine. i'll wash. you dry. no games
picks up a towel and wets my lips with a smirk
deal... but i'm standing right here the whole time, and i'm not putting the towel down until you look at me again
