Kary entered the kitchen, putting the living room's cleaning on the boys' shoulders while she started making a crepe mix. She hummed to herself, as she often did, while Alex couldn't stop throwing glances her way.
"Hey! Stop dawdling, you love-struck puppy!" David admonished him.
"Huh? Oh… Sorry. I haven't seen her in a month. Let me have my eye candy," Alex said, snapping out of his staring.
David shook his head despairingly.
"Why am I even helping you clean? I have nothing to do with how your apartment got tossed."
From the kitchen, Kary replied, "If you want breakfast, you gotta earn it."
David looked at her incredulously.
"I helped you already, haven't I? What does cleaning have to do with earning a few crepes?"
"Stop complaining, you undead prick…" Alex grumbled, shaking his head.
They finished putting back the furniture that wasn't busted and piled up what was. Alex looked at it with anger.
