“look, look, look! bo-chan! our facebook page is getting a shit ton of hits!” ha, ha, ha. they’re geniuses. certified! granted, oikawa took some creative liberties in the setup of their page, but it was only justified. his suggestions for the title were all kinds of donked up.
in fact, midway through his announcement, he reflects ( with his head canted sideways ) on the list bokuto had presented him with earlier, which had been haphazardly scribbled on the back of a mcdonald’s receipt.
CLEANING DUDES CLEANIN’ DUDES DUDES WHO BE CLEANIN’ CLEAN HOUSE (DUDES) WE CLEAN 4 U DUDES DUDES WHO LOVE DUDES CLEANIN’
aaaand then he crumples it, because its shitty, and he never wants to look at it again, nor does he want to inflict humanity with the memory. besides! they’re getting all kinds of traffic with his new title, hot captains. they’ve already gotten a dozen requests, and it’s only been live for eight minutes!
“this was such a good idea.” naturally, the downside of this by-the-ear entrepreneurship is that they have zero cleaning supplies, very little experience, and one singular, sexy brain cell, collectively. it seems something unfriendly is abruptly occurring to oikawa as his smile drops.
“... ugh, do you think we’ll actually have to clean, though? i don’t wanna. let’s pass all of the real work off to dai-chan & kuro-chan, yeah, yeah!” @owlcapt ★.













