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Post by Breakaway on Jan 30, 2012 19:18:20 GMT -5
Brock snickers and shakes his head as he walks back over to Maddox. "You are too easy, little bro," he says, tousling the other man's hair. Yes, they are both grown men, technically speaking.
The older man covers his mouth as he yawns. "You mind if I crash here tonight? I don't particularly feel like driving back across town. We can go to the Hobby Atrium in the morning and get a ridiculously detailed X-Wing model kit or something."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 30, 2012 20:37:32 GMT -5
Maddox squawks and slaps lightly at Brock's hand as he musses up his hair, but he doesn't squeal and feel like running for the nearest shower like he would if a stranger touched him. Having memories of growing up with someone tends to desensitize you to their presence. Especially when they're a rough and tumble older brother.
Instead, he actually gives Brock a little grin. "You're just mean. I should kick you out for being a jerk." His expression brightens into excitement at the mention of the Hobby Atrium. "Oh! They released a model an alien spaceship! Er, I mean. A real alien spaceship. You know. The robot aliens. I must have it."
After a moment he adds, "You can take the bed." He'll sleep on the nice, clean, not-afflicted-by-spiders couch.
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 1, 2012 18:31:23 GMT -5
"I'm not gonna kick you out of your bed! I'm a sudden overnight guest. I'll take the couch," Brock insists, though not too forcefully.
He has half a mind to remind his little brother that nothing is ever really 'clean' unless it's in a completely sterile environment, and that his bed is crawling with bacteria at all times regardless of whether it's had spiders on it recently.
That conversation never ends well, though. They don't need another repeat of The Shop Vac Indicent.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 2, 2012 19:24:38 GMT -5
"You're not kicking me out, I'm offering you the bed!" Maddox counters. "The couch is also mine, and I can sleep on it if I feel like it."
Maddox is perfectly aware of how unsterile his home is, and has come to terms with that - except for those rare occasions when he can't stop thinking about it and ends up curled up in his bathtub rocking back and forth for a few hour. However, unless he wants to completely change his sheets, and maybe even then, sleeping in a bed that just had a spider in it is going to give him the sort of heebie jeebies that will keep him up aaall night.
First rule of Shop Vac Incident. You do not talk about Shop Vac Incident.
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 2, 2012 19:32:41 GMT -5
"Fine!" Brock relents, throwing his hands up. "I'll take the horrible spider-bed. Maybe there's still a spider in it, and it'll bite me in the middle of the night and give me amazing spider-tastic powers. Then you'll be sorry."
The bathtub is even worse. It's wet and you wash in it, getting it all full of your dead skin cells and oils and such. It's practically an agar plate.
"And your back will hurt."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 2, 2012 19:55:21 GMT -5
"Why would I be sorry if you got amazing spider powers, that would be really cool!" Maddox throws up his own hands. "But you're more likely to get horribly poisoned and die-" Actually, considering the number of metas in this universe, and how unlikely dying from a spider-bite is, the spider-powers might be more likely. "-And I'd feel bad about that."
Maddox chews on one of his knuckles. "...Maybe we should both take the couch. Just to be safe." It's a nice couch! With reclining parts and everything!
Maddox regularly bleaches his bathtub. It's probably the cleanest place in his apartment.
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 4, 2012 19:31:23 GMT -5
"No. No, we are not sharing the couch," Brock responds. He throws his hands up in disgust. "Fine, I'll take the bed. Night, bro," he says, heading for said bed.
OOC: Timeskip to the morning?
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 4, 2012 19:55:46 GMT -5
"Well if you want to risk being horribly bitten and die, fine! I won't stop you." Maddox sniffs and crosses his arms, but goes to put away his ship-cleaning supplies and models before he goes to make himself comfortable on the couch with a nice, cozy, freshly-washed blanket.
Morning will find him compulsively getting up at 6 a.m. to start cleaning the kitchen so he can make breakfast.
OOC: Sure!
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 6, 2012 17:33:07 GMT -5
Brock is awakened shortly after 6 a.m. by the sound of his brother cleaning the kitchen. He pulls the pillow over his head and reflects that it really makes more sense to clean the kitchen after you cook in it and get it all dirty.
After dozing for a while, he gets up, goes to the bathroom . . . he should have brought a toothbrush, because Maddox will have a conniption if he uses his. Also, that would actually be a little gross. Maddox will probably also have a conniption if he just doesn't brush his teeth, though. He settles for rinsing his mouth out with mouthwash, making a note to brush extra-hard tonight.
"Good morning, Mad," he says as he enters the kitchen, heading for the pantry. "Got any pancake mix?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 7, 2012 16:56:34 GMT -5
Maddox squeaks a little as Brock greets him, because he's high-strung and easily startled like that. Clutching the dishcloth he's wiping down the counter with tightly, he greets, "Oh, uh, good morning!"
He goes back to counter-cleaning. He intends to clean the kitchen again after they're done cooking, too. "Umm, yes, I think. I should have."
His memory is correct, and there are a couple sealed boxes of pancake mix in the pantry, along with many other sealed boxes and cans. If something's been opened once, Maddox either uses it all in one sitting or throws it out. Once unsealed, it cannot be trusted!
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 10, 2012 15:25:31 GMT -5
Maddox is probably buying things in very small packages living that way. Either that or he is throwing things out when they still have food in them. Either way is bad for the environment. For shame.
Brock roots around in the pantry and pulls out a box of Pancake Mix brand pancake mix. It comes in a yellow box with a picture of pancakes on it. He then scooches around Maddox to retrieve a skillet, some cooking spray, and a spatula, asking where things are if he can't find them.
"Pancake time is now," he declares.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 10, 2012 23:07:55 GMT -5
Alas, Maddox cares more about a clean personal living environment than a clean global environment. For shame, indeed.
"I love pancake time!" Maddox says. He loves it when he doesn't have to cook! He's not very good at it. Which is unfortunate, since he doesn't trust restaurant food. "Did you wash your hands?"
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 12, 2012 15:12:38 GMT -5
"Yes," Brock responds, in a completely sincere tone. He can't really cook either, but he doesn't get to eat breakfast with his brother all that often, and pancake mix comes with instructions printed on it, which means he can cook it. He retrieves a measuring cup, fills it with water to the line the instructions indicate, and otherwise proceeds to make pancakes, presumably without incident.
Soon, pancakes are served, along with syrup and butter.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Feb 12, 2012 15:31:31 GMT -5
Maddox sets his immaculately clean table with immaculately clean dishes and silverware and settles in for pancakes. They smell so good! And he's very hungry. Did he remember to eat last night?
Happily, he cuts off a neat square of pancake smothered in butter and syrup, skewers it on his fork, and lifts it to his mouth... and is stricken by a sudden sense of wrongness. Lowering his fork a little, he stares at the food that seemed so appetizing just a second ago. Should it be... pinker? Or less solid? What a weird thing to think.
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Post by Breakaway on Feb 12, 2012 15:56:18 GMT -5
Brock also eats pancakes. "If Grandma could see us, she'd disapprove. Plastic syrup bottle on the table, no fruit bowl or bacon . . . what's wrong?" he asks as Maddox hesitates.
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