★ 33; not your usual case of domestic violence
[ACTION; 747 Partridge Drive; evening]
[Two things of note can be found in the kitchen of Suikoweissassassinpancakehaus: a pile of dirty dishes, and a Miakis. The latter is eating cookies and waiting on her not!husband to come home and do his share of the housework. Nevermind that he cooks; it's his turn to do the dishes now, too.
Ken, after a weird shift at work (yay retail), comes home and enters the kitchen.]
Eh? Heh, you're usually more on the ball with dishes.
[Miakis just blinks and swallows the rest of her cookie.] Well, yeah, when it's my turn. It's all on you tonight~
Wasn't it your turn today?
Nooooooo... [frowning] I did 'em last night, remember?
Nuh-uh, I did them last night.
You did not! It's your turn tonight. [She claps her hands.] Chop chop, get to it.
No way! It's totally your turn!
It is not! Don't try and get out of it.
I ain't tryin' to get out of it. It is legitimately your turn!
Are you calling me a liar? [This is said in a very flat, unamused tone.]
No, I'm not callin' you a liar, I'm sayin' you're remembering wrong. [Answered in the same flat tone.]
Maybe you're remembering wrong. [Crossing her arms stubbornly.] It's not my turn.
Well, it's not mine either!
Well, fine, if you want to be that way... [Miakis unsheathes her trusty daggers and grins. There's a familiar, mischievous glint in her eyes.] Wanna take it outside~?
... [Ken grabs his gloves] One two three four, I declare a kick your ass war.
Uh-huh. We'll see about that~
[Ken grins.] After you.
[The two exit the house and move to the front yard, where there's more room for violence and audiences. Miakis takes a moment to stretch before beckoning at her husband in a 'bring it' gesture.]
Dueling over who has to do the dishes, really~ Can't you just man up and accept your responsibilities?
I would if they were my responsibilities! Pin takes the win?
You're on.
[ANNNNNNNNNNNND FIGHT! The two tumble for a while, but in the end, it's Miakis who claims victory by pinning him down and sitting on his chest. Her dagger is pointed at his throat, which she cheerfully withdraws after a moment.]
I win! [She pauses to stare Ken down, who is not pleased with this loss.] If you're gonna pout about it, why don't you ask one of the kids to do it~?
[grumbling] ...Yes, dear.
((OOC: Blue is weiss_tank, Purple is Miakis; expect responses from either one or both. Feel free to tag before, during, or after the fight, cheer one of them on, have popcorn, whatever. Threadjacking is permitted and encouraged~))
[Two things of note can be found in the kitchen of Suikoweissassassinpancakehaus: a pile of dirty dishes, and a Miakis. The latter is eating cookies and waiting on her not!husband to come home and do his share of the housework. Nevermind that he cooks; it's his turn to do the dishes now, too.
Ken, after a weird shift at work (yay retail), comes home and enters the kitchen.]
Eh? Heh, you're usually more on the ball with dishes.
[Miakis just blinks and swallows the rest of her cookie.] Well, yeah, when it's my turn. It's all on you tonight~
Wasn't it your turn today?
Nooooooo... [frowning] I did 'em last night, remember?
Nuh-uh, I did them last night.
You did not! It's your turn tonight. [She claps her hands.] Chop chop, get to it.
No way! It's totally your turn!
It is not! Don't try and get out of it.
I ain't tryin' to get out of it. It is legitimately your turn!
Are you calling me a liar? [This is said in a very flat, unamused tone.]
No, I'm not callin' you a liar, I'm sayin' you're remembering wrong. [Answered in the same flat tone.]
Maybe you're remembering wrong. [Crossing her arms stubbornly.] It's not my turn.
Well, it's not mine either!
Well, fine, if you want to be that way... [Miakis unsheathes her trusty daggers and grins. There's a familiar, mischievous glint in her eyes.] Wanna take it outside~?
... [Ken grabs his gloves] One two three four, I declare a kick your ass war.
Uh-huh. We'll see about that~
[Ken grins.] After you.
[The two exit the house and move to the front yard, where there's more room for violence and audiences. Miakis takes a moment to stretch before beckoning at her husband in a 'bring it' gesture.]
Dueling over who has to do the dishes, really~ Can't you just man up and accept your responsibilities?
I would if they were my responsibilities! Pin takes the win?
You're on.
[ANNNNNNNNNNNND FIGHT! The two tumble for a while, but in the end, it's Miakis who claims victory by pinning him down and sitting on his chest. Her dagger is pointed at his throat, which she cheerfully withdraws after a moment.]
I win! [She pauses to stare Ken down, who is not pleased with this loss.] If you're gonna pout about it, why don't you ask one of the kids to do it~?
[grumbling] ...Yes, dear.
((OOC: Blue is weiss_tank, Purple is Miakis; expect responses from either one or both. Feel free to tag before, during, or after the fight, cheer one of them on, have popcorn, whatever. Threadjacking is permitted and encouraged~))