My muse playfully tugs your muse’s necklace/tie/collar, pulling them just a little closer. (maxie and dinnie)
cleaning is one of ondinea's many love languages. they've cooked for their maxie, now it only makes sense to clean up the mess they've made! along with whatever max couldn't clean throughout the week. it starts with the dishes, of course. then the floors. a sweep and a mop. then they might as well scrub the stove. the fridge. and if the counters look like they could be polished ondinea might as well do it!
the ballerina is in the middle of putting away the dishes (and organizing the ones already in the cabinet) when eso assures max that esos almost done. the plan was a movie and some couch snuggling. perhaps ondinea gets... overly eager when it comes to max, but it's so easy. eso wants to do everything and anything for max to make sure she's taken care of. a well fed, easy going max with nothing on xer to-do list is only appropriate. max deserved ease.
"should i organize the closet, next? ah, i haven't dusted there in a while--" ondinea muses as they fold up their stepstool (a necessity at max's place) and threaten to wander off to do just that.
"hm? oh--!" max pulls them in by the bow that tied the front of their bolero. eso had bought the jacket when max noted that it suited hym. ondinea flushes roses, small hands steadying esoself on max's (nice, so nice) shoulders. "have i gotten carried away again?" hy asks meekly. yes, as usual. ondinea kisses max's nose in apology. " 'm sorry..."
hy will make it up to her.
