Day 35: In Which He Wants It That Way

The music blasted off his speakers, and what kind of soulless monster would he be if he didn't sing along to the full capacity of his lungs? The chorus hit him like a snowball to the face, and he used the broom as a makeshift microphone for his performance. His ecstatic state hit such high levels that he nearly missed the sound of his walkie-talkie coming to life.

As the song's tempo slowed down, he heard Elsa's voice saying, "Good morning, Jack."

Turning the volume of the speakers down, he jumped over the couch to pick up the radio. "Hey, Elsa. What's up?"

"Is that Backstreet Boys I hear?"

"If you tell me you don't stan my boy AJ, I am disowning you."

"That doesn't even make sense."

He shrugged, dropping himself on the couch. "Still disowning you."

"What was it that you said the other day? About you being my only source of human interaction while quarantined? Well, that's a double-edged sword, Jack."

"Yeah, whatever," Jack grumbled. "So what's up with you?"

"Nothing much. I was trying to read, but you were very loud."

He snorted. "You can't just hum to a bop, Elsa. That's, like, an unwritten rule in life."

"Of course it is," she replied with a chuckle, and he smiled as well.

"Besides, one cannot do house cleaning without a good playlist."

"Wait… You're cleaning?"

"Okay, now you're just being rude."


Prompt by Ayame_D, rambledore (way, waaay back), and vnfirwg: Them singing together.