Having a Kryptonian around the house saves a lot of effort when it comes to chores. The courteous Clark Kent was always happy to bring heavy grocery bags back into the apartment, and there were never any disputes about whose turn it was to take out the trash. Clark liked making Lois happy with small gestures like that. But mishaps happened from time to time when his powers were not used carefully.
The bookshelf in the apartment, which was filled with several books was prone to getting dusty. Seeing a way to save some time, Clark decided to blow on the books to disperse a layer of dust that had settled on them. But misjudging the strength of his own breath, it only resulted in sending some of the books tumbling to the floor and a cloud of dust blowing in his face, making him cough.
"Clark? What was that noise? I thought I heard something fall." Clark heard Lois' voice coming from the bathroom.
"Just me being clumsy!" Clark smiled at his own mistake and called out an excuse for his blunder.
Some of the chores that had to be done in the apartment were a shared workload such as cooking and washing the dishes. Lois and Clark enjoyed exchanging stories about work or bouncing ideas against each other during that time. Lois would look down and focus on cleaning the dishes as they conversed, while Clark dried the dishes with a dish towel, always politely facing her as she talked.
Until one day, Lois discovered that some of Clark's quirks could be quite funny.
"If it can put out fires, I thought it could work on the dishes." Clark tried to explain why he used his newly-discovered super breath with a frosted plate in his hand, which he would soon rename 'freeze breath'.
"All it did is freeze the water on the plate, so you're going to have to dry the dishes like everyone else." Lois cut Clark no slack.
"No shortcuts. Got it." Clark acknowledged with a cheeky grin and gently blew in Lois' face, disarranging her fringe.
"Cut that out!" She cried, continuing to clean the dishes whilst giving an angry glare to Clark.
"Alright, I'll stop." Clark smirked and walked towards a cupboard with a stack of dried plates in his arms. Getting away with one last blow of air down Lois' neck, as he crossed behind her.
This is the last chapter I'm going to write for this story (I think I covered mostly everything I wanted about the aspects of shared living.)
So I decided to end it on a good note with Lois and Clark goofing around.
