A/N: You know he loves them~ Oh, I liked writing this one. =w=
Silence.
It was quiet in the Varia home. He could hear himself exhaling forlorn sighs, the robotic purr of the air conditioning, quite possibly even the gentle wind knocking at the large windows. "Mah, there's no one around..." he whined half-heartedly. The light pink apron had been retired to its hook in the kitchen and he was now slouched over the arm of the chair Squalo favored so much. Picking out a few stray knives from its side, he discarded them with a small smile onto the adjacent stand. "I tell him to stop throwing those things in the house, that boy." His eyes fell to the coffee table and he soon turned his whole body to face it. "And I keep telling the other one to stop putting his feet up on the table." he sighed complacently.
Lussuria stretched a bit before lifting himself out of the chair to get a washcloth and a bottle of glass cleaner. "Oh, that Levi." he hummed, picking out a white washcloth and selecting the green apple scented cleaner. He sprayed it onto the beat up coffee table, working out the scuff marks Levi's boots always created with counter-clock wise scrubs. "Oh, Fran!" he bit out, amused and annoyed at the same time; Lussuria spotted scratch marks going every which way on the wooden surface, most likely from picking out Bel's knives and carelessly dropping them onto the table. "We need a new coffee table," he murmured, extending his cleaning to the whole table. "It's been through a lot." Lussuria seemed to say with a nostalgic tone. After he was finished with the table, he went back into the kitchen and put away his cleaning tools, also noticing an open wine bottle on the counter before the wine rack. "And him, I ask him to cork the wine back up and put it away." He walked over and found the cork to the bottle, sealing in what flavor he hoped would be left and placed it in the open window fridge below the counter for later. "I just washed the dishes, too." Lussuria gently picked up the used wine glass and set it down in the sink to soak for a bit.
He looked over the breakfast bar to see the adjoined living room, envisioning the Varia as they were on a daily basis.
Squalo would be sour faced and trying to relax in a chair, effectively getting Bel riled up at the same time. Bel would make good on his promises and threaten Squalo with a few purposely missed knives, Fran soon coming along to be the receiver of his threats. Levi would whine pathetically for them to be quiet so he could hear the TV, feet on the table, and Fran would be blocking his view with his large frog hat, pulling knives out of his body and letting them pile onto the same table. Lussuria knew his place would be in that pink apron, casually cleaning around the men as they went about with their daily scuffle.
Everything would be chaotic, messy, and loud.
Just a few more weeks and everyone would be home soon.
And he couldn't wait.
