I'm being productive!
Kankriâs last exam was the one he was most worried about and in the past week that had resulted in pacing, the destruction of all of his nails and at one point, crying in the bathroom trying to be quiet so Karkat didnât hear him. Honestly, he was coping well.Â
Currently, it was the night before aforementioned exam and instead of attempting to cram any more knowledge on social policies into his overloaded little skull, Kankri was aggressively bleaching the entire kitchen on his floor. The oven was sparkling more so than it probably had since it was bought, heâd unblocked the drains, cleaned the shelves in the fridges and now was working on the inside of the microwave oven.Â
After this he just had the floor left to do and was panicking about what heâd do to occupy himself once /that/ was done. He supposed there was always the bathroom, right? More chance of being disturbed in the bathroom though. People used those more than the kitchens.Â
Of course, right now his responses to any humans were likely to be garbled panic sounds. So yeah, he was handling this /just/ fine thank you very much.Â
Okay really, she had to get better at remembering to eat. It's all well and good to spend hours grinding through mathematical equations like no one's business, but the way her stomach is folding into itself is making it incredibly hard for her to focus. At least her test wasn't for a few more days, which gave her plenty of time to cook herself some food without the nagging feeling of wasting valuable study hours.
Luckily, she's prepared to combat the growing black hole of hunger as she arms herself with a box of off brand mac-n-cheese she found buried in her closet and a small pot to cook it in. What she wasn't prepared for was the strong scent of chemical cleaners that bars the entrance to the communal kitchen and cause her empty stomach to curl in protest.Â
"Alright, this is staying open," she mutters to herself as she drags the trash can into the hallway, keeping the door propped open in hopes that the smell will diffuse enough to stop her from feeling so light-headed.
Upon entering the room she notices the culprit responsible for the kitchen's dramatically increased cleanliness, his arms deep inside the microwave as he scrubs off layers of cooked-on food. She pinches her lips together in a hard line, guilty for the first time about that bowl of chili she cooked last week that exploded inside the microwave before she shrugs and forgets it again. She wasn't the only person who didn't clean up their own messes. If he wanted to clean up after them, that's his problem.
"Geeeeeeeez this place is spotless!" Vriska exclaims halfheartedly as she walks around him to fill her pot in the sink before setting it down on the stove range. She flicks the dial to its maximum setting before turning to face the other, resting back against the oven door with her hands on the smooth handle. "You should join the janitorial staff, bet you'd give them a run for their money."










