fifth flight; (video :: joint post)
[It's a peaceful day in the Manse de l'Cie! Or at least, it seems that way until the Vine winds around to sneakily observe the members of the house. The video pans to show Fang leaning back in a chair at the kitchen table, involved half-heartedly in some sort of argument.] Hey now. I clean up plenty. And Hope doesn't mind picking up the slack. Isn't that right, kid?
I really don't mind... [ The camera pans slightly to show Hope with a broom in hand and sweeping the floor, seemingly intent on continuing on with what she's started. Maybe because she really doesn't mind picking up the slack or maybe because she doesn't want to get involved with this argument of sorts. ] Besides, if I did--
[At the stove stands Vanille, a long wooden spoon in one hand, eyes narrowed slightly in Fang's direction. She seems to ignore Hope's protest almost entirely as she stomps purposefully over to where Fang lounges, and doesn't wait for her to finish before she interrupts.] It's not fair and you know it, Fang! Chores are supposed to be divided equally, and you keep making Hope do yours. Don't think I don't notice! [She punctuates each word with a dig of the wooden spoon into Fang's shoulder.] Stop being so lazy!
[Fang frowns at the poking, lazily waving Vanille away.] Ow, c'mon, Vanille. I do things. I sweep...sometimes. And how about all those high counters the two of you can't reach, huh? Don't I dust those? [She does not, and has never even thought to dust anything, but she is hoping the advantage of height will have prevented Vanille from noticing.]
Ah, um... [ Hope really doesn't know if she wants to speak up again, mostly because she's worried her words will once again fall on deaf ears... that she doesn't want to interrupt Vanille and Fang. To say she feels awkward is an understatement, she feels like she watching a married couple from one of those shows her mother liked bicker. She does glance toward the mentioned high counters when they're brought up, which brought up a good point? Did any of them dust really? ] Maybe we, uh, we could make a schedule or something?
[ Talk about awkward. ]
No you don't! [Vanille's not letting that get past her. She trots back to the stove to stir her stew, and puts the spoon down to grab a long duster leaning against the wall.] I dust with this! [She punctuates that, too, with more pokes to Fang's shoulder with the long handle.]
[She doesn't ignore Hope this time, though. She turns and cants her head to one side, lifting a finger to tap against her chin in thought. There is a moment of this before she smiles brightly.] A schedule would work!
[Her smile turns to a glare once more as she whirls back to Fang.] But only if you do what you're assigned! [Poke poke poke.]
[Fang starts shifting away from all the poking now, and sounds a bit more irritated.] Ow--Vanille, would you cut it out? [She crosses her arms, and mutters in agreement.] Fine, I'll do chores on schedule, all right? Just put the duster away.
[ooc: blue=Fang, orange=Vanille, and green=Hope.]
I really don't mind... [ The camera pans slightly to show Hope with a broom in hand and sweeping the floor, seemingly intent on continuing on with what she's started. Maybe because she really doesn't mind picking up the slack or maybe because she doesn't want to get involved with this argument of sorts. ] Besides, if I did--
[At the stove stands Vanille, a long wooden spoon in one hand, eyes narrowed slightly in Fang's direction. She seems to ignore Hope's protest almost entirely as she stomps purposefully over to where Fang lounges, and doesn't wait for her to finish before she interrupts.] It's not fair and you know it, Fang! Chores are supposed to be divided equally, and you keep making Hope do yours. Don't think I don't notice! [She punctuates each word with a dig of the wooden spoon into Fang's shoulder.] Stop being so lazy!
[Fang frowns at the poking, lazily waving Vanille away.] Ow, c'mon, Vanille. I do things. I sweep...sometimes. And how about all those high counters the two of you can't reach, huh? Don't I dust those? [She does not, and has never even thought to dust anything, but she is hoping the advantage of height will have prevented Vanille from noticing.]
Ah, um... [ Hope really doesn't know if she wants to speak up again, mostly because she's worried her words will once again fall on deaf ears... that she doesn't want to interrupt Vanille and Fang. To say she feels awkward is an understatement, she feels like she watching a married couple from one of those shows her mother liked bicker. She does glance toward the mentioned high counters when they're brought up, which brought up a good point? Did any of them dust really? ] Maybe we, uh, we could make a schedule or something?
[ Talk about awkward. ]
No you don't! [Vanille's not letting that get past her. She trots back to the stove to stir her stew, and puts the spoon down to grab a long duster leaning against the wall.] I dust with this! [She punctuates that, too, with more pokes to Fang's shoulder with the long handle.]
[She doesn't ignore Hope this time, though. She turns and cants her head to one side, lifting a finger to tap against her chin in thought. There is a moment of this before she smiles brightly.] A schedule would work!
[Her smile turns to a glare once more as she whirls back to Fang.] But only if you do what you're assigned! [Poke poke poke.]
[Fang starts shifting away from all the poking now, and sounds a bit more irritated.] Ow--Vanille, would you cut it out? [She crosses her arms, and mutters in agreement.] Fine, I'll do chores on schedule, all right? Just put the duster away.
[ooc: blue=Fang, orange=Vanille, and green=Hope.]