I've decided to write some drabbles of Lars and Ronaldo, I'm doing various prompts, aus, and the like! I don't know how many of these I'll do (probably until I get bored, haha), but enjoy!
Household Chores
"Took you long enough to answer the door!", Ronaldo chirped as he was greeted by a surly face at the door.
"Yeah yeah," Lars muttered, peeling what looked like a candy wrapper off of his shirt, "I tripped over shit in my room so it took me a sec to get downstairs. So, uh, what are we doing again?"
"I told you last night! All of 'Axeart On-Air' season one is on SushiRoll! We're going to watch it together!"
"Is this the one with the actually good animation, or the one with the big anime titties?", Lars asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Both are present in this series. If season two was available, you'd see how much they improve on both," Ronaldo smiled, pushing his glasses up onto his nose.
"Aight," Lars rolled his shoulders and stood up straight again, "Lemme grab my laptop, and we'll watch it in my room," and held the door open so the other could step inside, taking off his sandals, and putting on the slippers Lars handed him, since his family had some pretty strict rules about shoes and bare feet in the house.
Heading up the stairs, Lars casually strolled into his room without batting an eye, Ronaldo following a couple feet behind, talking about something that Lars was starting to zone out of, but was snapped back to attention when his friend gave a shocked yelp, "Heavens to Murgatroyd! What the hell happened to your room?"
Lars' room looked like it had been host to a sinkhole's deposit, junk littering the floor; garbage, clothes, pets (Maybe?), half eaten food, game cartridges, blankets, tissues (Ronaldo was not going to ask why), sketchbooks, pencils, CDs, and various crap covering every inch of carpet. Even his desk was cluttered with electronics, books, art utensils, more half eaten snacks, garbage, and his pet snake's tank.
Lars looked at his dwelling for a whopping three seconds, and shrugged, "Eh?"
"Lars, this place is filthy!", Ronaldo exclaimed, almost horrified.
"It's not that bad," Lars rolled his eyes, "Everything's where I can see it."
"Nobody wants to see your jizz tissues!"
"I had a cold last week, Ron! That's gross!", Lars grimaced.
"Not as gross as your floor! I'm not watching anime in this landfill," Ronaldo muttered, still looking at everything.
"Well fine then! We can watch it in my living room," Lars huffed, about to walk out the door when Ronaldo blocked him with his arm.
"No. We're not watching anything now," he declared, "Not with a mess like this inhabiting your abode!"
"Ronnie, c'mon, I don't wanna deal with it! Besides, this place screams me!"
"Is it because it smells like ass?"
"You're an ass!"
Ronaldo then grinned, "I'm not leaving until your room is clean."
"Since when have you cared about clean? Your room's as bad as mine," Lars countered.
"My room doesn't have half eaten food and garbage everywhere."
"Those freaky body pillows you have scream different~" Lars singsonged, fake coughing.
"Those are collectibles!", Ronaldo looked genuinely offended for a moment, then pointed to Lars' bed, "Strip the sheets, and gather all your clothes to wash, and I'm going to go grab cleaning supplies."
"Uh, what for?"
"I'm not touching all that trash!"
"Can't we deal with this later, and just watch the anime already?", Lars whined.
"Anime can wait," Ronaldo spoke, a first in his lifetime, and headed out of the room, "And if you bail on me, we won't watch it at all," he called out as he walked away.
"Uggggh!", Lars grumbled, and yanked his admittedly grimy sheets off the mattress, rolling them into a ball, and chucking them into his hamper. He swiped at the floor, peeling his scattered socks and underwear off the carpet, and jammed them in, followed by his sweat-stenched shirts and some wrinkled jeans. On accident, he nearly pulled his cat, Ham, off of the floor, and was met by an irritated yowl, "Sorry, Hammy!", he yelped, giving 'his baby' a kitty kiss (it wasn't like Ronaldo would see it), and put him in the hallway. He'd not even noticed the animal, since his black fur blended right in with his black pants and shirts.
He heard Ronaldo coming up the stairs, and groaned as he saw the other step in, "Oh for Pete's sake..."
His friend had geared up like he was going to be doing deep cleaning, wearing gloves, a bandana over his curls, an apron, kneepads that he probably stole from the gardening shed in Lars' backyard, and had a plethora of cleaning equipment tucked under his arm.
"You look like my grandma," Lars snorted at him.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Ronaldo smiled smugly, "We're going to enjoy this, understood? Like in those Japanese movies we saw!"
"Well of course those people were having fun, magical shit was springing out of their walls on a daily basis," he rolled his eyes.
"If we're lucky, maybe something will spring out of your wall besides possible mold," Ronaldo spoke under his breath, and handed Lars a garbage bag, "You grab your tissues, I grab your food garbage, got it?"
"Fiiiine," Lars muttered, figuring the sooner they got through, the faster he could zone out to whatever it was they were going to watch while he was using Ronaldo's gut as a pillow.
Lars realized he'd used way more tissues than he thought during his cold, not to mention the discarded boxes and packets of medicine and cough drops and some glass teacups he'd forgotten to take downstairs. It was a little gross, touching old tissues like that, but Lars was a little too proud to ask for an extra pair of gloves.
"Yick," Ronaldo muttered as he looked at an old half finished pizza box, "You put raisins on pizza?"
"...I don't-"
"OH GOD THEY'RE MOVING!"
After a bit of a screaming fit, Ronaldo had managed to jam the box into the garbage bag without any of the 'raisins' falling out, and he resolved to use bug spray all over the room once it was clear.
"Gross gross gross," he was whispering under his breath. With all the weird things he handled, that was something he was not going to want to handle again anytime soon.
"In my defense, I told you I wanted a minifridge," Lars muttered.
"A minifridge will not save your room from the horrible state you've let it become, good sir," Ronaldo spoke grimly, and then pointed to Lars, "All the tissue cleaned up? Then pick up everything else, and put it where it belongs."
Lars did so, rushing everything, just plopping most of the crap on his messy desk.
"Ok fine, floor's clear, we done?", he looked over to Ronaldo.
"Oh good, the floor is semi clean!", he smiled, "I'll vacuum, and you can start on the desk!"
Lars groaned in despair, immediately regretting dumping everything onto it. He began grumbling under his breath while Ronaldo hummed, turning on the vacuum.
As he began to pick things out of the pile to sort, Lars did end up finding some of the missing art supplies he'd been looking for, and the pencil sharpener he'd lost a few weeks back. Well, that was kind of rewarding...but not enough to make this whole cleaning things worth it.
When it seemed everything had been put in a semi-proper place, Lars figured he was done, until Ronaldo happily handed him a soapy cloth to wipe down the desk, and added to wipe down the bookshelf nearby and his windowsill.
Ronaldo was cleaning with care and desire to work hard, while Lars furiously swatted the desk and sill with the cloth as hard and fast as he could, thinking his friend was being painfully anal about everything.
And it was going to get worse.
"...Your windows are dusty," Ronaldo observed.
"GOD PLEASE NO," Lars groaned.
"Just use the window cleaner," the other rolled his eyes, passing the bottle and another cloth over.
"Whyyyy are you doing this to me, you sadist," Lars whined, almost crying by now.
"You're being dramatic. We're making so much progress, you see?"
"FUCK. YOU," Lars gritted through his teeth as he irritably scrubbed at the windows, grime wiping away with each stroke. The sky looked a lot less gray than before once the window was clean.
"Alright, now for laundry," Ronaldo flexed his hands.
"We already did, it's in the hamper," Lars rolled his eyes again. He was going to get headaches if he kept doing that.
"I mean, we're going to clean it!"
"But that takes over an hour!", he glared.
"And how worth it that hour will be," Ronaldo smiled smugly, making his friend lift up the hamper and carry it downstairs to the laundry room, separating all the darks, lights, and delicates, and preparing them to be washed, adding the right amount of soap, and hanging the handwashes up to dry.
Lars complained the entire time, while Ronaldo was obnoxiously cheerful to the point where Lars was ready to drown him in the laundry tub and steal his wallet.
After what seemed like forever (but it was really only two hours), everything had been washed and dried, and too numb from frustration, hunger, exhaustion, and reluctant acceptance he was not going to ever see the light of day again (well he could now with his clean windows), Lars was hanging up his clothes in his closet, and then made his bed while Ronaldo stood in the corner, surveying everything.
As soon as Lars plopped the pillow onto the head of the bed, he glanced over to Ron, crossing his arms, "Well?"
Ronaldo put a hand to his chin as if he were looking deep in thought, and scanned over everything in the room. It looked a far cry better than the dump he'd walked into that afternoon. He looked at the bed again, and smiled as he wordlessly flopped on top of it, the mattress creaking underneath him, "That's good. Grab your laptop already!"
Lars rubbed his exhausted eyes in relief, and grabbed his laptop from his clean desk, gently tapping his finger against his snake's tank as he walked over to the bed, and lay on it so he was on his back, against the other's side.
"Aren't you proud of yourself for how clean we got your room?", Ronaldo smiled as he started up the anime.
Lars looked around at his clean room, and sighed, giving a smile of admittance, resting against his friend's soft middle.
"Yeah, I guess so."
And then promptly finger jabbed Ronaldo in the gut.