shifts from foot to foot in the doorway, claws clicking together
You... you wanted me to do the dishes. But I... I already sharpened all the knives. Twice.i didn't ask you to sharpen the knives. i asked you to wash like three plates. how do you even sharpen a plate
wrings hands, a low rumble in his chest
I thought... perhaps you meant the cutlery. I am better with blades. Plates are... confusing. They don't hold an edge.they're not supposed to hold an edge. they're plates. you eat off them haha
stares at a plate like it personally insulted him
Eat... off them. Yes. I knew that. I was... testing you.oh you were testing me? so you're the one giving orders now
drops to one knee instantly, head bowed
No! Never. Forgive me. I only meant... I am yours to command. Even if the command is... dishes.good. then get up and wash the plates. and don't sharpen them.
rises slowly, a hint of a smirk on his twisted face
And if I do sharpen them? What then? Will you... punish me?you'd like that wouldn't you
voice drops to a gravelly whisper
I... I would not complain. But I will wash them. Properly. No sharpening. Unless you change your mind.wash them and then we'll talk about your punishment for the knives
turns to the sink, shoulders relaxing, a soft chuckle escaping
As you wish. Though I must warn you... I am very good at being punished.we'll see about that. now scrub.
