"You don't even know what you're doing!" Darren exclaimed hastily as he frustratingly wiped the soap bubbles off of his cheeks.
Tim smirked and winked. "Of course I freakin' do. I'm handsome"
Darren blinked and gaped openly. Did Tim just compliment himself? Is he going to outdo Darren's narcissism? Oh my god, the title! Darren the title!
"You don't! And you are not!" he answered back as he stomped his foot.
Tim ignored him and turned his back as he filled the washer with clothes. Darren continued to frown and belittle what he is doing because Darren was sure Tim really doesn't know what he is doing because if he does, will he make a mess at the washing area of their house? There are soap bubbles everywhere! Floating, on the floor, on the ceiling, in his clothes, in Darren's head and cheeks.
This is ridiculous! Darren wasn't sure himself how to use it because he is not the one who washes his clothes and he's not stupid enough to just try the machine just because he thinks it's fun to try! Yes, that was Tim's reason! Tim said and Darren quote: 'Cutie, do you have a washer? I need to wash my clothes and I can also wash yours if you want. I think it's fun to try and poke the machine'.
And now, minutes later. They're here! As Tim referred to was fun is an utter mess! How did he even convince Darren to let him do what he wants? He doesn't even know!
"Now, what'll I do?" Tim mumbled more to himself and stood there as if he was thinking. Darren watched him, contemplating whether to call the authorities or the rehab so they could fetch this man.
"Should I turn this or this one? Wait... but it has a symbol of like an air? What the fucking bullshit is this?" Darren frowned at him as he continuously heard Tim's mumbling.
"Should I look for a symbol of water since I'm fucking washing these shit? Oh fuck. Laundry is a puzzle!"
Darren had enough of this! "Should I call the laundry services so you'll stop buzzing there like a bee?"
"Cutie I got this. What do you take me for?" Tim answered back with a question. Darren huffed.
"Obviously an idiot. Now move" Darren shoved him out of the way and took it upon himself in inspecting this contraption he's gonna be using for the first time though Tim doesn't need to know that.
"Hey! I'm smart!" Tim tried to contradict but he isn't listening right now.
Because holy smokes! Darren proved that karma is real. It is. And it's happening now. Tim is right. What the fucking bullshit is this? If the washer had a life, he'd be laughing at the idiots now. Yes idiots. Not one but two idiots!
"Let me guess, you don't know too, do you? Guess we're both idiots now" Tim spoke behind him and Darren straightened his back and looked at him frowning.
"Figure this thing out" he ordered and Tim laughed and suddenly, Darren started to hear birds singing above them.
"I got this shit. Let me try this thing out" Tim stepped forward and began pushing buttons.
-x-x-x-x-x-
"What did you tell me a while ago? You got this? YoU GOT THIS?!" Darren asked frustrated while covered in bubbles from head to toe.
"'Tis not my fucking fault this shit is hard" Tim answered who's also covered in bubbles himself.
Darren huffed in annoyance as he went to smack Tim's arm. He cannot even process what happened for real! Tim just destroyed his washer! And now it really was a mess! He cannot even fathom Tim's ability to ruin absolutely everything!
"Hey! That hurt!" Tim complained and he glared at him
Darren was about to fret again and willingly scream to destroy Tim's eardrums but something caught his eye. A shattered white and black shirt stuck in the last bits of what used to be a washer. He buffered for seconds before he realized.
Shocked and getting angrier in each passing second, he pulled the shirt and shoved it in Tim's face!
"THIS IS PRADA!"
"MY FAVORITE SHIRT! AN EXPENSIVE LIMITED EDITION SHIRT! MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR THINGS!"
"GOD! YOU DESTROYED MY PRADA!"
"Cutie calm you ass -
"CALM?! HOW CAN I CALM DOWN? FIRST, YOU BROKE MY BOWL AND NOW MY PRADA?! I NEED TO START CHARGING YOU FOR THIS!" Darren but all shouted angrily and lamely punched Tim's arms who obviously didn't budge.
"Okay cutie -
"DON"T CUTIE ME!"
"Sweetie calm down. I'm gonna buy you -
"Sure you are! And you better make sure it's authentic!"
"Now, calm down. Go change and I'll clean here, hmm?"
Darren scowled and huffed and stomped his foot. He doesn't want to. He still want to brood and sulk and scream at Tim. It's fun to scream at him and watch him just blinking and letting him speak.
"Go on now cutie. I'll call you when food's ready and then I'll go buy the replacement immediately" Tim said patiently and calmly. Not even showing signs that he is perturbed or even aggravated of his outburst.
Darren fell silent and considered him for a moment. Well, if he's gonna go buy the replacement immediately then everything's good right?
"You better make sure it's of finest quality!"
When Tim nodded, he walked off, not forgetting to continuously stomped his foot on the process to let him know he's still mad and annoyed and he won't calm down until the replacements arrive.
He turned around the corner, not noticing where he was going for he was still busy and occupied in his own thoughts. He wasn't focusing on his track that he unknowingly arrived at the entrance to the living room near the door entrance of their Manor.
By the time he noticed, he growled and stomped his foot hard he slipped and slid down on the floor for how wet he was with the laundry soap and water dripping off of his clothes.
"TIIIIIIIIIIIIM!"
*alarm rings*