have some drdi christmas stuff for all my wonderful people who reread winterlude this time of year :]
"Has Christmas Eve always been this exhausting? I don't remember being this fuckin' tired when I was a kid," Tommy complained, moving on to yet another stack of dishes that needed scrubbing.
"Oh, the horrors of being twenty-four," Puffy teased, ruffling his hair as she walked past. "Thanks for volunteering to clean up."
"I did not volunteer," he protested, though he made no moves to stop. "I was volunteered."
"Volun-told," she offered, and he nodded emphatically.
"Don't start that shit," Tubbo cut in, coming to join him at the sink to start rinsing dishes. "I'm literally helping."
"You literally voluntold me, which is, I think, illegal most places."
"Shut up." Tubbo kindly kicked him in the shin. Tommy kicked him right back.
"I'll leave you two to it," Puffy said, unbothered by their displays of violence. "Good night!"
"Night," they both chorused.
"Abandoning us," Tommy added once she was gone. "In our time of need."
"It's some dishes, it's not serious," Tubbo replied.
"You know what you have none of, Tubbo? Zero of? Whimsy. Have fun with me, Tubbo. Play this game with me. It can be serious, Tubbo. We can be at war, Tubbo."
Tubbo calmly used a spoon to deflect the spray of the sink onto Tommy.
The ensuing swearing was enough to wake the entire house if anyone had been asleep, which luckily no one was. What it did do was summon Ranboo to the kitchen, who neither of them heard approaching in the fight for the spoon.
They both startled. Tommy took the moment to yank the spoon from Tubbo's hands, saving himself from getting any wetter.
"We're doing dishes," Tubbo said helpfully.
Ranboo didn't even dignify that with a response.
"So very sorry, Ranboo dear," Tommy said sweetly and lovingly and wonderfully. "You can go back to bed, we'll quiet down."
"Nah, I think you need supervision." Ranboo leaned against the counter next to them. "Not sure Puffy's gonna have any dishes after this otherwise."
"Look what you've done, Tubbo." Tommy shook his head, disappointed. "Now Ranboo's up and Santa will never come."
"Why am I the one stopping Santa from coming?" Ranboo asked.
"Why is this my fault?" Tubbo asked at the same time.
"Critics everywhere!" Tommy exclaimed, throwing up this hands. "That's it! I'm leaving!"
"Not when you have dishes to do you aren't!" Tubbo protested, grabbing his arm. "Stay."
He sighed miserably. What a world he lived in.
