#laxmin

“What the hell is that?”

This was not a promising statement coming from Minerva.  And neither was the slight scratching andscuttling that reached his keen ears. Unfortunately, Laxus knew exactly what both the statement and theominous sound meant.

Cockroaches.

Laxus, for all of his power, was not the cleanliest ofpeople in his home space.  Oftentimes,he’d leave something out and go on a week-long job, only to come home to moldspore and a truly rank stench. Especially if liquid had been sitting out.  His clothes, too, could get a bit… crusty, inbetween laundry runs.  Again, it wasn’ton purpose – it was just that many of his clothes required special procedures,or dry-cleaning, lest they come apart entirely.

And of course, with all of that came pests.

Rats were by far the easiest of the intruders to get ridof.  They were loud to his enhancedhearing, and had distinctive, rapid heartbeats that made tracking themsimplistic.

Sugar ants and cockroaches on the other hand?  Those were the bane of Laxus’sexistence.  The roaches were damn nearimpossible to kill, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out just wherein the hell the ants were getting in, the tiny, persistent bastards.

He’d made sure to clean up anything that had been leftsitting out prior to Minerva’s arrival, but the scavengers attracted by thedisorder and rot would not be nearly so easy to evict.

“Oh, fucking hell!” he heard her shout.  “It flies!”

Time to suck it up, Laxus decided, and perform a duty hedidn’t particularly care for.