fabrecation | 003 [Voice]

[Because if you can't see him then you can't notice him.]

That's not true! I gave you a look. [Scoot scoot.]

Oh, right.

[Guy is going to take the initiative and toss the hose aside in favor of jumping for Luke. He will SCRUB YOUR HAIR with this sponge.]

[Hey what- NO HE WAS GOING TO JUMP YOU AND GET YOU WET- THIS WASN'T A PART OF THE PLAN NO]

AACK- GUY! [Well at least Guy is getting wet anyway. Now let's PUSH AT HIS FACE to get him away.]

[Guy laughs, despite the fact that he's getting just as messy as Luke is, and tries to snatch him up under his arm to put him in a headlock and SCRUB at his hair.]

What- What, what's wrong?

[In his struggle, Luke kicks the chair, and it goes slamming into the cabinets. But this doesn't stop or slow down Luke one bit, and while he IS caught up in that headlock, he still tries to push at Guy's cheek with one hand while the other tries to pry that sponge away from him.

But despite that, he can't hold back that grin.]

G-Get off- Get off me!

[The floor is covered in water, soap, rice and pieces of chicken, and the mess is terrible.

But Luke is here, is happy, and Guy doesn't care if them playing around ended up in him cleaning the entire house. He didn't want this to end, ever.]

Make me! C'mon, you're barely even trying!

You're barely giving me a chance- Guy!

[Seriously, Guy is a lot stronger and faster than he last remembered. He shouldn't be surprised, but he is. He's not getting the upper hand at all.

Except.

He throws himself forward, not even caring if Guy's still attached, to grab the hose that Guy threw aside and aim it right back at him.]

Augh-

[Guy holds up his hands to fend off the water before making a dive for Luke to try and throw his arms around his waist and drag him away.]

Hey-!

[KICKING HIS LEGS. Not enough to kick Guy in the face or anything, but hopefully enough to make him loosen his grip on him so that he can get away and spray him with much more control. At the moment, though, between Luke's flailing and trying to aim it at Guy at the same time, the water's pretty much going everywhere from the top cabinets to the ceiling.]

[And Guy just starts laughing. He can't remember the last time he behaved this childishly, but he loves it even as he scrambles to his feet and makes a swipe for the hose.]

[It had been a while for Luke, too; what with trying to save the world and then being stuck in a house where everyone except the white knights and Pere and his mother made him feel like he didn't belong at all. And let's face it, laughter is contagious. Luke starts to laugh as well, and he keeps scrambling back and waving the hose away from Guy's grasp; No way, bro, this is his now, and he's going to use it as his weapon. But it's a little hard to do that while laughing.]

[Also Guy knows your ticklish spots.]

[... You wouldn't. You wouldn't- you would.

Oh you little bi-]

PFFAAAH! GUUUUY! [FRANTIC STRUGGLE.]

[And now it is easy to wrest the hose from Luke's hands and toss it aside, and also he is going to pounce again and put Luke in a headlock once more, only this time with TICKLING.]

Say I win!

[Dear Lorelei you're HORRIBLE. Luke practically writhes - the worst part is that Guy knows exactly where to tickle him.]

Ha- N-No- NEVER!

Looks like you're out of luck, then. [And Guy will wrestle Luke to the ground so he can pin him and torture him some more. Fun!]

[SCREAM. Luke flails to try and get out from under him, but Guy is good at this. Always has been. So, finally:]

I give- HAHA, I GIVE UP! YOU WIN!

[Guy keeps Luke's shoulders pushed into the ground, giving him an appraising look, then climbs off of him and sits back on his heels, satisfied.]

Great. Loser has to clean this up.

[Luke lays there for a second, staring at Guy with a look of disbelief. Then, he sits up, leans his weight on his elbows and looks at the mess they made. Hoo boy.]

... Can't you help?

I probably could.

[Who's he kidding, he probably WILL. He'll probably end up doing most of it.]

[Oh yes. Luke's probably never cleaned anything in his life.]

Would you? Please?

Sure. [And he can't help but reach over and ruffle Luke's hair.]

Maybe I'll even make us something else to eat, since you decided the chicken wasn't good enough for that.

[Luke gives a half smile and takes the hair ruffling, although he lifts his shoulders a bit in embarrassment.]

Nah, your chicken was good... It's just been a while since we did that.

Not for a few years, huh? [Moreso for him than for Luke, but who's counting?

Guy bends down to retrieve a plate, picking up some of the chicken as well.]

Yeah... And not like this, too.

[Then Luke will go grab a mop from a storage closet nearby. He's probably only used one of these like twice in his life, but it's not so hard, right? Just push it back and forth.]

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