Drip, drip, drip...
"A flash flood warning has been issued for the suburban area. Please seek shelter at higher elevation...
Drip, drip, drip, SPLASH!
"Those living near creeks or other bodies of water are advised to take special precautions..."
"Gil, it's your turn to empty the water bowl."
"Do I have to?"
"You do if you don't want water damage to fix."
Gilbert grumbled, but got up anyway to do as Matthew asked. He went to the kitchen to check the little Tupperware bowl that was indeed overflowing onto the cheap linoleum floor. He picked it up, poured it into the sink, and set it back down underneath the leak in the roof. Water continued its drip, drip, drip into the bowl, and Gilbert went back to sit with Matthew on the couch in the living room.
"Thanks for that report, Stacy. Now let's hand it over to Greg with sports..."
"One of these days, I'm gonna fix that leak," Gilbert said. Matthew rolled his eyes.
"No, you're not," he retorted. "You'll break your neck. I'll call somebody who knows what he's doing."
"I'd know what I was doing! I'll look it up on the Internet or something. It couldn't be that hard."
"You'd fall off the roof."
Gilbert pouted and swooned dramatically. "Have you no faith in me? You wound me, Mattie!"
Matthew chuckled and pulled Gilbert closer. He knew he was just kidding.
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
A/N: No real heartfelt meaning or anything for this one.
Next chapter might be a tad bit sad. Or maybe heart-wrenchingly so. Or maybe just really fluffy. We'll see.
~Jel
