"What did I tell you not to do?" Lars sighs as he looks at the mess that now is their kitchen.
"Forget the lid to the blender.." Arthur mutters guiltily, suddenly discovering the miraculous fact that the floor is, in fact, made of floor.
"Exactly. Look at the mess you've made."
"Look I'm sorry okay?! I can't cook for shit but I thought at least I had the capability to make a smoothie!" Arthur cries out, exasperated.
"Artie.. you can be such an idiot at times.." The taller man sighs as he gets a rag to clean up the mess.
"I get it, I'm a bloody moron." He huffs "But I'm your idiot."
"No, because you're not covered in blood. Don't lie." Lars teased, laughing to himself when he heard Arthur storm off, the colourful curses holding more and more violent threats as he managed to think them up.
