Domashipping (Amelda/Raphael/Valon)
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"We're out of toilet paper," Valon shouted through the bathroom door as he walked past.
He was rewarded with a faint swear and a scrabble on the other side of the door.
"God fucking dammit, Valon, why didn't you fix that before I went in then?"
Valon just grinned at Amelda's loud, angry voice, and moved on into the kitchen. Raphael was already sitting at the table with the newspaper laid out in front of him, like he always did. Man was like a wound clock; he did everything exactly the same every day, down to having a single mug of coffee in the same mug every single day. What a square.
"There's eggs in the pan," Raphael said without looking up.
"There's always eggs in the pan in the mornings, you don't have to repeat things I already know," Valon said, rolling his eyes.
He opened the fridge instead, pulling out the roll of bagels and the tub of cream cheese. He shoved his breakfast into the toaster and yawned, stretching out one arm behind him.
"Do you have work today?" Raphael asked.
"Dunno, have to call and see if there are any deliveries scheduled."
"You should maybe think about taking a picture of your schedule at work so that you can look at it beforehand, and not the day of."
"All right, dad."
Raphael scowled faintly, but he hid it behind a sip of coffee.
Valon's bagel popped as Amelda stormed into the kitchen, flinging an empty cardboard tube from a toilet paper roll at Valon's head.
"Put more toilet paper in the bathroom when you see we run out!" he shouted.
"Maybe you should check before you sit your ass on the seat," Valon said, trying not to laugh—Amelda always looked ridiculous in the mornings, putting his hair up in a towel like a girl and wearing his stupid bright green bathrobe and mismatched plaid slippers.
Amelda looked like he was ready to blow a gasket.
"Some of us have actual jobs that we have to get to on time!" Amelda said. "I can't be fumbling around for toilet paper!"
He picked up the toilet paper roll from the ground and threw it into Valon's face again. Valon laughed as he deflected it and it bounced off of Amelda's shoulder instead.
"Maybe you should get up earlier then, sleeping beauty," Valon said. "If your job at the convenience store is oh so important."
"At least Ihave a steady job!"
"Could you guys leave rough-housing out of the kitchen?" Raphael said with a grown, actually putting down his newspaper and mug so that he could rub his temples. He literally looked justlike a dad.
"Yes, dad," Valon and Amelda both said at the same time. They froze and looked at each other.
Valon started laughing first, and then even Amelda was pressing a hand to his mouth and trying to pretend like his shoulders weren't shaking.
Raphael, for his part, just rolled his eyes.
"I hate both of you, just for the record," he said. "Mychildren would be more well-behaved."
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A/N: Shenanigans lol XD Next is Dollshipping (Yami Bakura x Dark Necrofear)
