A/N: Hey there! Another prompt! This is for the number 064 - prompt: sort. Please enjoy the fluff!
21. Chores
"Score!"
Ai groaned as quietly as possible. I won't hit him, Impmon, I promise.
It was tempting though. Makoto wasn't good at folding clothes much yet. He was better at moving them and putting them on clothespins. But he got his dirty clothes everywhere.
He threw another one and shouted, excited. "Sis, want me to throw yours?"
"No!" she says with a sigh. "You're missing the basket."
"They're second chances," he tells her with a dismissive wave of his hand. Ai puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head, beginning to drag the basket of clean clothes onto her lower bed. Makoto went back to cleaning his side of the room.
The wind blew outside the window and shook their sheets. Ai wiped sweat from her forehead and continued to work.
"Hey sis?"
"Yeah?" She tucked in a blanket corner.
Makoto fell quiet for a moment, and Ai mentally started to count. He'd find what he wanted to say eventually. "Do you think… Impmon will recognize us?"
"When he comes back?"
Which he would do. Someday.
"Yeah."
Ai thought about it, then smiled to herself. "I think so."
Makoto tossed another ball of laundry. "He'd better. I want him to know what a great shot I am!"
Ai rolled her eyes. "Yeah, not with a basketball."
Makoto turned on her, big eyes narrowed with playful anger. "Say that again."
"You can't shoot a basketball!" she crowed and that's when he threw his clothes at her. The fight was on then.
Their room ended up dirty, but they laughed through the entire three hours of cleaning.