[ there's nothing sexy about chores. they're dull, but have to be done. she doesn't take delight in blasting music and skipping around with a broom, rather just dons ratty sweatpants and pj shirts so the rest can be washed, and does the dishes. or the laundry. or the sweeping. or whatever else was her turn to do, but this week it's dishes and he's on laundry, and she's bored.
the entire kitchen is included in dishes, and she wipes down the counter before moving to the sink and filling one half with soapy hot water. there's a couple pots and plates and mostly a lot of cups and spoons, and she's lazy and not used to domestic deeds, and doesn't check to see if there's water in the second pot she washes and it splashes. and there were remnants of food — stew, or canned chili or something — in the water, too. and then there's food and water all over her shirt.
and it's really gross and cora decides it warrants a break, so she dries her hands and wanders down to the laundry room to see if he's throw in the dark load. ] Hey, Derek, can you — [ but instead, she walks in on her brother trying to throw a different sort of load and — ] Oh my god.
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the entire kitchen is included in dishes, and she wipes down the counter before moving to the sink and filling one half with soapy hot water. there's a couple pots and plates and mostly a lot of cups and spoons, and she's lazy and not used to domestic deeds, and doesn't check to see if there's water in the second pot she washes and it splashes. and there were remnants of food — stew, or canned chili or something — in the water, too. and then there's food and water all over her shirt.
and it's really gross and cora decides it warrants a break, so she dries her hands and wanders down to the laundry room to see if he's throw in the dark load. ] Hey, Derek, can you — [ but instead, she walks in on her brother trying to throw a different sort of load and — ] Oh my god.