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“Bright and early George, let’s go.” Dream shakes his shoulders, “We did nothing the whole time Sapnap was gone, and he comes back tonight,” he gets cut off by George whacking his arm in his face.
“Shush,” he huffs, “too early.”
“That’s the point,” Dream assures him, “there’s enough dishes in the sink to last a lifetime. I don’t know how the two of us and Patches managed to use that many, but we did, and now we have to deal with the consequences.”
“They’re your dishes,” George slurs, “you made that fancy dinner.”
In all fairness, he’s partially correct. Dream did insist on a fancy date night in, that included way too many pots and pans that neither of them felt like cleaning up when the time came. But they also ate more than one meal all week.
“You had four meals between breakfast and dinner yesterday,” Dream argues, “three of them were pasta. Then you made that chicken in the pan that got super stuck onto the bottom and you didn’t want to clean it so you left it on the stove,” he holds up finger quotes, “for Patches.”
George rolls over and flips him off. “Five more minutes.”
“George, please, we can nap before Nick gets back, but not before everything is cleaned up.”
“Fuck off.”
“George, just a few chores, please, then we can do whatever you want. You can pick which ones and if we do them together or not.”
“Why do you want to do chores so early?” George pouts, “I just want to sleep.”
“You didn’t want to sleep last night, George, you played Fortnite until three and now you’re tired.”
“Thanks, genius.”
“You have to get up George, let's get this done.”
“Fine. Make me breakfast first though.”
Dream agrees, making eggs in a cast iron pan that’s been used a few times in the past week. “That’s like the whole point of cast iron,” Dream argues when George wrinkles his nose at the dirty pan being used for his breakfast. “Beggars can’t be choosers.”
George, it seems, can always be a beggar and a chooser when it comes to Dream providing, he doesn’t, however, win against Dream’s distaste for doing dishes.
After breakfast, they divide the chores. “The big ones are dishes and vacuuming,” Dream tells him, “our bathroom needs to be cleaned too, but I can do that later if you’re still tired. The kitchen and dining room need to be swept and Patches needs her water bowls refilled around the house. Which ones do you want to do?”
“I’ll do the dishes and sweeping, maybe a couple of the water bowls.”
Dream smiles. He hates doing the dishes, especially after they’ve procrastinated so long and there’s so many to do, and he knows that George is doing them so that he doesn’t have to.
“Cool,” Dream says, “so I’ll do the vacuuming and the bathroom. See? Not that bad.”
“We haven’t started yet, there’s still time.”
“That’s the spirit, George.”
“Shut up.”
The chores don’t take that long. The vacuuming goes fast when Dream listens to music and cleaning the bathroom is easy. George is still doing dishes when Dream is done with both of his chores.
Dream walks up to him at the large kitchen sink and sits on the counter. George scowls.
“Did you pick the dishes just because I hate doing them?” Dream asks.
George tries not to smile. “No, I just hate the vacuum.”
“You’re an idiot,” Dream laughs, “that’s so nice, George. Thank you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s very sweet of you to do, maybe I should tweet about it.”
“No, don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Dream teases, he’s just pushing all of George’s buttons on purpose. “I thought you didn’t pick the dishes so I wouldn’t have to do them?”
“Shut up,” George blushes, “maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, the point is I’m not done and you’re distracting. Go find something else to do.”
“Like what, George?” Dream pesters, “What could possibly be more fun than sitting here, on the counter, watching you do dishes and talking to you?”
George looks like he wants to stab something or someone. “Plenty of things. I’d give you more reasons, but the promise of regret if you continue should be enough to change your mind.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Dream,” George warns.
Dream hops off the counter and sits at the island in the kitchen. He’s quiet for a few minutes, scrolling twitter and instagram, playing some dumb mobile game and trying not to bother George, but he can only sit still so long.
“There’s no way you’re not almost done, right?” he asks.
George sighs, “We really used like every dish in the house didn’t we?”
Dream giggles, “I told you that.”
“If that was while I was still in bed I was much more focused on plotting how to reach your face than listening to you talk.”
“What’d you want to reach my face for?” Dream winks, wiggling his eyebrows at George.
George flushes red, feathers ruffled. “To punch you,” he says like it was obvious in the first place.
“Well hurry up,” Dream urges, “when you finish we can go back to bed, and I want to go back to bed.”
“Oh now you want to sleep.”
“It’ll feel so much better now that you’ve gotten some stuff done.”
“No it won’t.”
“Now you can sleep for seven hours and justify it by saying you worked all morning.”
“I could have slept all morning and justified it by the fact that I’m a self employed adult.”
“But could you have justified it to yourself, George?”
“Yes.”
“Hurry up.”
George finishes the dishes, with Dream’s arms wrapped around his waist, within the following five minutes.
“Good,” Dream coos, “now back to bed.”
George’s shirt is slightly wet from washing dishes, so he throws it on the floor and puts on one of Dream’s pink hoodies. Neither of them are complaining, but Dream dies a little bit inside at the shirt on the floor after they’ve just spent so long cleaning.
It’s besides the point. They curl up in bed with Dream’s laptop and watch some random 30 minute nature documentary. Dream is asleep within 15 minutes, and George doesn’t need any more convincing to turn it off.
He shuts the laptop lid, drops it carefully on the nightstand without waking Dream or making too much noise, and curls closer into Dream’s chest. They’ve already wasted half the day away, but what better way to spend the rest than in bed together.