Thinking about dementia Cherik doing old grumpy things.
By that, I mean they are both so old that theyve forgotten most of their lives but not each other, infact every time theyre apart theyre immediately asking where the other one is.
Sometimes, Jean will give Charles a small sweeper and Erik some wipes so they can feel included in the cleaning of the mansion.
While wiping off a table the best he can, Erik feels a bit of air sucking towards his shoulder.
He turns but Charles isn't doing anything, simply sweeping under the side table with a neuteral face.
So Erik goes back to wiping, trying to get a smudge off the glass only for Charles to cheekily sweep up some of Erik's sleeve.
Looking at him, Erik frowns, blushing with that embaressed and slightly annoyed face though you'd think he was extremely pissed.
He, is infact, is actually pleased but he wants to finish cleaning.
"Oohh alright." So Charles goes back to sweeping the floor.
It takes about 3 seconds before he harmlessly brings the small vaccum end to Erik's head, sweeping his hair to look awful.
Charles laughs, smiling as if he were a teen boy teasing his crush.
Erik huffs, flattening his hair back down. "Enough!"
Charles however only does it again, adoring how frustrated Erik is getting.
"Ill tell on you." Erik says, his 96 year old wrinkly fingers pointing at him.
Charles sweeps up the finger.
"JEAN! Charles is sweeping me!"
"Ohh you cry baby. No fun."
"Jean!! Charless said im a cry baby! That is very rude! He's being rude to me!"
"HANK! Erik is lying! This is slander! I will not stand for-"
"JEAN! He's threatening me!"
"HANK!! Erik is lying! If I would have threatened him I would have done it already!"
"JEAN!! Did you hear that!?"
Jean and Hank are in the other room, sighing heavily. Hank is holding his temple. Jean is pouring a massive glass of wine.
".... What if we wheel them to a cliff?" Hank mutters.
Jean ponders, Chugging the entire glass before awnsering. Some dribbles down her chin.
"..Murder is wrong, Hank. No matter how much we really wish it wasn't."
"HANK! He's being a big baby!"
Jean blinks, looking to Hank, who looks as if he might commit man slaughter. "Are you sure?"
".....It's not technically murder if we just.. leave them there. Right?"
"No, no certainly not. Though... do we really want to release Magneto in the wild?"
"Do you wanna release CHARLES in the wild?"
"..... good point. That would be cruel to society."