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Really random oneshot I did when I was bored. I do admit this idea isn't completely my idea. The idea came from a Julian Smith video so I have to give credit to him for the idea. But other than that, please read and review and let me know what you think! Thanks!
Pie
I hummed softly to myself as I scrubbed the pots and pans in my sink. I ran the steel wool over the stuck on bits of food in the pans and let the soap and hot water wash them down the sink. I was using today to get caught up on my cleaning before using the rest of the night to cook my dinner. My ears perked at the sound of metal on my balcony and I already knew who it was and I knew why he was here. I continued scrubbing my dishes as I heard my glass door open and close soon after. I rinsed one of the pans I was cleaning and glanced to the smirking raccoon at my breakfast bar. I rolled my eyes playfully and returned to the dishes in the sink. It was completely silent between us and I knew what he was waiting for. Even though I tried my best to ignore him, he kept standing there.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked as I glanced back at him.
"Don't give me that, Mademoiselle, you know why I'm here," I shook my head and returned to my dishes, "And may I remind you that you promised that if I helped you with that job you would do this one simple thing for me." I groaned loudly and faced him.
"I'm not making you a pie! Besides I made you one last week so we're even." He was right, I had promised him that if he helped me haul out a painting of the art museum I'd pay him back somehow. He had decided to have me simply make him a pie. The man had the biggest sweet tooth I had ever seen on a person and wasn't going to let this go.
"You did, but you know I couldn't eat it!" he chuckled and pointed a finger toward me, "It was a strawberry pie and you know good and well that I'm deathly allergic to strawberries! You owe me a new pie. So will you make me a pie?"
"Poof," I huffed, "You're a pie." He growled softly and shook his head.
"Oh come one, Ramona! You own me! That pie you made could have killed me!" I huffed and pressed my ears against my skull.
"Now I wished I'd crammed it down your throat." I muttered as I turned to the dishes behind me.
"I heard that, Ms. Bandicoot," he said as he came around the breakfast bag and hugged me from behind, "Now are you really going to go back on your word? You always do what you say you're going to do and you're really going to tarnish that over something as simple as a pie?" I sighed and gave him a sideways glare.
"I'm not making you a pie! I just washed all these dishes and I'm not going to wash them again because of a stupid pie!" I growled as I flung off my dish gloves from my paws.
"Why not?" he asked with a laugh.
"Because I just think it's stupid!" I huffed as I stepped away from him.
"Ramona! Make the pie!" I folded my arms across my chest and glared at the stubborn thief.
"No! I swear you're such nag sometimes." I walked around him and into my living room.
"Just make the pie!" I wasn't about to waist my time making some stupid pie. I glared at the thief again and growled softly.
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"Thank you for the pie, pretty lady," Sly said while he ate. I continued glaring at that blasted raccoon as he sat across from me at the table with a smile.
"You're welcome." I grumbled as I shifted in my chair and sipped at the coffee I had made.
"It's a really good pie." I huffed and he continued eating.
"You'd better enjoy it," I muttered as I stood and walked behind him. I placed my paws on his shoulders and squeezed tightly. I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his back, and whispered into his ear, "It's strawberry."