Written for bulalakaw in my request a drabble post in my LJ.
I don't own Getbackers.
Ban hated doing dishes. He especially hated doing dishes for Paul, because he would stake his life on Paul being a sadist who loved watching him and Ginji slave over the most difficult of the dishes. And he always seemed to ask them when he had just made cinnamon buns – the bane of every dishwashers existence.
That, and Ginji had to be one of the most annoying people to wash dishes with.
Ban wanted to brood and curse over stupid Paul and stupid tabs and stupid cops towing his beloved car for the seventh time this stupid week.
Ginji wanted to joke and play and throw soapsuds.
Somewhere along the line, the two just didn't match up.
"Ginji, stop smooshing these soapsuds all over me!" Ban snapped, rounding on Ginji.
"But why? It's fun," Ginji said.
"We're not supposed to be having fun. We're supposed to be working off some of our tab. Now help me with the cinnamon bun tray."
Ginji sighed and slowly – sorrowfully helped Ban.
After a few minutes of it, Ban sighed, grabbed a handful of soapsuds and rubbed them in Ginji's hair.
"Cheer up," he muttered. "I don't like seeing you like that.
Ginji smiled and continued with the soapsuds, while Ban worked.
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