In the heat of the battle, Simon knew he was loosing. 'This is rediculous! If he did his chores we would not be negtiating like children right now.' He had tried several tactics to get Book Simon to complete his tasks, but all his efforts were in vain. Book Simon was jjust far too lazy and came up wit excuses as to why couldn't do hs tasks.
'You are not Sick! You have used that excuse already THREE times!"
"Quit naggin me! Your the 'mama's' boy of the house, therefor the chores are your responsability! Not mine!" This enraged Simon furthur.
"I said for the MILLIONTH time to get your ass off the couch and do your damn part in this house!" Just as he said this, a pillow was thrown at his face. Apparntly he had popped the last nerve in Book Simon's vain and now was under the current pressure of his wrath.
"Listen up bitch! You are the 'wife' of this household. There for you and you alone clean, cook and do anything I want for me! Not the other way around!" He then hit Simon a few more times with the pillow, as a punishment for Simon irritating him.
"Hmmph! Book! Stop!" His hands reached out in depair to stop his insane room mate.
"Fuck that!"
When the pillow beatings softened, Simon retalitaed by jumping back up to his feet and grabbing a pillow in defense. " Come back here Simon! I am not done with you!"
"No!You bastard!"
Book Simon lunged at this insult. Simon Swung his pillow just in time for Book Simons face to come to contact with it.
"You little shit!"
And so a pillow fight emerged and insued until both collapsed exhauseted exhauseted from the brawl. Simon's head drooped against his blood companion's shoulder, breathing in light gasps.
When Simon finally drifted off, Book gave a smirk in victory that he had won. Standing up, he went and got a blanket from the closet. Sitting back down, he covered both him and his 'brother' with the slim sheet.
Snuggling Simon closer to his chest, Book soon drifted off himself. Knowing even in his dreams that he was the victor.
An hour after the episode, Sick Simon came home to find the couch occupied by two of creations. Perplexed and noticing pillow feathers surrounding the room, he wheeled away, not wanting to know about the particular events that happened among the scene.
'Next time, I call hoe to check up BEFORE coming back.'
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