Cleaning Game

Oh boy, here it comes.

Cleaning time for the slightly sloppily organized apartment and later the secret bunker room with Haster.

Fuck.

Onni inhaled, then exhaled. This was not something he wanted to be doing on his off day. But sadly, like work, it had to be done for life to function. Especially since Brutus HATCHED. EVOLVED. Onni was so amped up that it kicked the gleamstic's cleaning needs. Even if he hated it, for both Brutus' health, his own, eventually Gleam's needs, and his darling Hastar he would clean... Begrudgingly grabbing the broom and a laundry basket Onni began to work. Brutus attacking the broom as it passed by making Onni grin. This could be a game... Which would be more fun. So.

Onni pretended he was on a time limit, grabbing the clothing on the floor while Brutus was bedazzled by the now lit petal pitcher. Onni knew the time spent drying petals would be worth it! Grabbing rumpled uniforms and throwing them into the wash with some gentle smelling detergent meant one load done. There was at the least two more he needed to do and a third for bedding. Okay, he had this. The mental timer ticked as Onni moved on to the next job while the first batch washed. The broom being moved caught Brutus' attention, so the skound jumped forward. Bouncing out of the way when it got too close and circling the gleamstic as he swept. It was charming in a way that made Onni smile, distracted for a moment before challenging the other.

"Careful, I'll sweep you up Bruey!" he teased, poking the other's hind legs with the bristles.

Brutus went wild. Zooming around the couch and making happy sounds that a ghostly hound would do. It made Onni laugh before he continued sweeping. It didn't take as long, he even mopped both the living room and kitchen before the washing machine dinged. Onni switched the load, running the dryer and starting load two. Okay so, cleaning still sucked but Onni would take it.

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The end result was five loads of laundry, all the floors done, ceiling fan dusted, some dishes washed (not all, Onni was losing steam), and wiped down surfaces.

Onni smiled, the shower helping him relax with Brutus taking his place on the gleamstic's abdomen. Already a day from egghood and the skound decided he was a pillow. Onni sighed, knowing tomorrow he would need to organize the bunker he and Hastar claimed for secret overnights. But today he accomplished a lot! Surely a deep spring cleaning meant a well deserved rest right?

Onni didn't need permisison, he was already out before he could set his alarms.