Alexia sprawled out on the couch as she watched Vulpes work, wiping dust off of any surface that dust could settle on. Many of them the courier wouldn't even have considered. He was standing on a chair, trying to dust the lights and had burned his fingers already when he misjudged how long it took the bulbs to cool off. He'd place the blame for that on her for distracting him.
"Why are you trying to dust all the way up there?"
Vulpes waved an airborne dust bunny out of his face. "Alexandria, look," he unfolded the dust rag for her to see. He'd folded it several times over to get the most use out of it, and was almost out of surface area. "If I started lower, all the dust that isn't on this rag would then cover everything I'd already dusted. It's efficient." He didn't mention that he wanted this to be done as soon as possible, but they both understood that.
Of course he would assume this was a one-time "clean the entire casino" deal.
Vulpes always had a plan. In fact, he had a very good plan for escape that was foolproof. The only snag was that it required however long it would take the courier to fully drop her guard around him. He glanced over at Alexia without turning his head. She had been lying face-down on the bed, an old magazine in front of her face. But as soon as he looked towards her, her eyes were locked with his. It didn't seem like he could escape her notice. No one could, really. So he continued, trying not to think as he got into a rhythm.
Eventually he reached Alexia's room again. She had pointed him to the guest room once he had finished putting away her vast collection of armor. That hadn't done much for the overall state of the room though. She wanted everything cleaned, and, as annoyed as he was at the idea of picking up after her, he felt uncomfortable just being in the room. He got to work.
There were several small stacks of books, as if the courier had chosen several different spots to sit and read, and had just left the books there. He moved them to a somewhat clean corner, stacking them back up neatly and in taller stacks. He smiled to himself as he saw the progress already.
Next largest items next, bottles. Way too many empty soda bottles, especially when he had seen a bin in the kitchen specifically for storing them to be reused.
Anything that was left now seemed to be small pieces of scrap. Bottle caps, bobby pins, various ammo cases, what seemed to be an unfinished game of 52 card pickup...
Several things caught his eye. The Platinum Chip was one of them. What it was doing on the floor under several piles of junk, he didn't know. He set it on top of the small desk by the door, hoping Alexia had just misplaced it and wasn't actually using the floor as storage for it. The second thing was Caesar's Mark. He'd be offended if this wasn't apparently the spot on the floor that she placed only her most important items in.
Vulpes stepped back to survey his work. Now the room looked only as bad as the rest of the suite did before he had started. The clutter he could understand. Alexandria might have simply been incapable of organizing her things. It was a flaw, but a relatively normal one. What he couldn't get was just how much dust and dirt there was.
Shelves were soon dusted, every inch of the carpeting was vacuumed, and overall Vulpes was pleased with himself, and felt he could now sit down with minimal disgust.
Alexia looked around, running fingertips along now dustless surfaces. "Wow, you could eat off the floors in here."
Vulpes rolled his eyes, as it was obviously she at least sat on the floor to eat snacks. "Yes, but don't. I'd just have to clean them again that much sooner."
She shrugged, before turning around to face him, and he swore he could see her thoughts behind her eyes. "Hey, speaking of eating, do you know how to cook?"
200 Years of Dust - F!Courier/Vulpes (4/?)
"Why are you trying to dust all the way up there?"
Vulpes waved an airborne dust bunny out of his face. "Alexandria, look," he unfolded the dust rag for her to see. He'd folded it several times over to get the most use out of it, and was almost out of surface area. "If I started lower, all the dust that isn't on this rag would then cover everything I'd already dusted. It's efficient." He didn't mention that he wanted this to be done as soon as possible, but they both understood that.
Of course he would assume this was a one-time "clean the entire casino" deal.
Vulpes always had a plan. In fact, he had a very good plan for escape that was foolproof. The only snag was that it required however long it would take the courier to fully drop her guard around him. He glanced over at Alexia without turning his head. She had been lying face-down on the bed, an old magazine in front of her face. But as soon as he looked towards her, her eyes were locked with his. It didn't seem like he could escape her notice. No one could, really. So he continued, trying not to think as he got into a rhythm.
Eventually he reached Alexia's room again. She had pointed him to the guest room once he had finished putting away her vast collection of armor. That hadn't done much for the overall state of the room though. She wanted everything cleaned, and, as annoyed as he was at the idea of picking up after her, he felt uncomfortable just being in the room. He got to work.
There were several small stacks of books, as if the courier had chosen several different spots to sit and read, and had just left the books there. He moved them to a somewhat clean corner, stacking them back up neatly and in taller stacks. He smiled to himself as he saw the progress already.
Next largest items next, bottles. Way too many empty soda bottles, especially when he had seen a bin in the kitchen specifically for storing them to be reused.
Anything that was left now seemed to be small pieces of scrap. Bottle caps, bobby pins, various ammo cases, what seemed to be an unfinished game of 52 card pickup...
Several things caught his eye. The Platinum Chip was one of them. What it was doing on the floor under several piles of junk, he didn't know. He set it on top of the small desk by the door, hoping Alexia had just misplaced it and wasn't actually using the floor as storage for it. The second thing was Caesar's Mark. He'd be offended if this wasn't apparently the spot on the floor that she placed only her most important items in.
Vulpes stepped back to survey his work. Now the room looked only as bad as the rest of the suite did before he had started. The clutter he could understand. Alexandria might have simply been incapable of organizing her things. It was a flaw, but a relatively normal one. What he couldn't get was just how much dust and dirt there was.
Shelves were soon dusted, every inch of the carpeting was vacuumed, and overall Vulpes was pleased with himself, and felt he could now sit down with minimal disgust.
Alexia looked around, running fingertips along now dustless surfaces. "Wow, you could eat off the floors in here."
Vulpes rolled his eyes, as it was obviously she at least sat on the floor to eat snacks. "Yes, but don't. I'd just have to clean them again that much sooner."
She shrugged, before turning around to face him, and he swore he could see her thoughts behind her eyes. "Hey, speaking of eating, do you know how to cook?"