| [Mar. 15th, 2010|11:53 pm] |
Gilbert winced as though Roderich was putting a hot iron to his face instead of merely cleaning it. "Hey! I'm not THAT dirty, I dont need any mother treatment here!" he said, pulling away.
He looked back to the pot again, momentarily. He didnt WANT to pick a fight with Roderich...Ok yeah, maybe he DID but his brother entrusted him with this pot watching task and he was determined not to half ass it this time like the last two things his brother asked him to do.
"Listen, he asked me to take the dogs out! If he hadn't asked me to do that, they wouldnt have gotten muddy, they wouldnt have gotten me muddy, and he would be here watching this pot. So really, it's not my fault." he snapped at the other, before narrowing his eyes that seemed to contain a spark of mischief "What have YOU done around here, Specs? I am sure playing the piano all day or sitting around being boring has totally helped with the household tasks."
He looked down at himself. Oh..he really was covered with dirt and grass. Maybe reenacting a battle in the park with the dogs was not his best idea before dinner...
Gilbert smirked though, seeing a large clump of mud stuck to one of his pant legs. He reached down and scooped it up quickly and threw it at Roderich, hoping to hit him. |
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