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"Killer?"
Kidd followed the sound of machinery into the ranch-house, extension cords running from a single overworked outlet in the kitchen around the staircase where Killer was holding the body of an ancient vacuum clean in place with one foot, running the hose along the creases of the carpet stairwell.
"Who carpets stairs?" he snarked, Killer jumping in surprise and it's only Kidd quick reflexes that keep him and the vacuum from tumbling down, "Shit! sorry, Kil!"
"Damn Kidd, don't sneak up like that."
He grinned, not even bothering to try and look innocent, "whatcha doing?"
"Chores. what are _you_ doing?"
"Bugging you."
Killer rolled his eyes, but shove the vacuum back at him, "Hold that then so I can finish."
Kidd shrugged, but did as Killer asked, snickering as his friend turned back to trying to work the dog hair out of the carpet steps. It wasn't hard work, just... boring work and Kidd found himself zoning out, standing idly holding the vacuum base, stepping up in rung at a time when Killer moved up in front of him.
It put him eye level with Killer's ass, and with little else to look at, Kidd found himself staring at it after a few steps, eyeing the strip of skin on his back that showed each time Killer bent over to pry a clump of fur free. Most of Killer's clothes were a touch too big or too small, the few things he did own that fit right worn until they were literally tatters. It looked like today's jeans were on that touch of too big, sliding down just a little bit every time he bent over....
He was jerked out of him mussing when Killer tugged on the vacuum hose again, looking at him with an eyebrow quirked.
Kidd stepped up quickly.
"You staring at my ass Kidd? Should I be flattered?"
"Tch. No. It's just there nothing else to look at."
"I happen to have on good authority that I have a great ass," Killer chuckled, turning back to vacuum.
"If you say so."
Killer laughed again, but stopped teasing Kidd so he could finish up.
"What happened to your belt?" Kidd asked finally, as they reached the top landing, Kidd holding the vacuum at the furthest it could go, worried that the cord was at its max and about to detach somewhere at any point. Killer had the hose out as far as it could for the last step, picking the fur free by hand to feed it in the suction.
"Damn leather broke finally. I might be able to sew it back together, but if the leathers going, it's not gonna last much longer regardless."
"That sucks." Kidd offered. Killer hmmmed in agreement, gesturing for Kidd to go back down the stairs. Once at the bottom landing, he resembled the contraption, and Kidd unplugged it from the long line of power cords so Killer could take it outside before he attempted to remove the bag. Kidd had made that mistake exactly once - trying to change a bag inside. His mother had been mortified by the mess. she hadn't yelled.. just said she's been disappointed.
As Killer changed the vacuum bag, Kidd collected the extension cords - Killer's used four and if Kidd liked Big Mam more, he'd suggest the old hag get her place rewired because that was way too far to go for an outlet.
Kidd followed the sound of machinery into the ranch-house, extension cords running from a single overworked outlet in the kitchen around the staircase where Killer was holding the body of an ancient vacuum clean in place with one foot, running the hose along the creases of the carpet stairwell.
"Who carpets stairs?" he snarked, Killer jumping in surprise and it's only Kidd quick reflexes that keep him and the vacuum from tumbling down, "Shit! sorry, Kil!"
"Damn Kidd, don't sneak up like that."
He grinned, not even bothering to try and look innocent, "whatcha doing?"
"Chores. what are _you_ doing?"
"Bugging you."
Killer rolled his eyes, but shove the vacuum back at him, "Hold that then so I can finish."
Kidd shrugged, but did as Killer asked, snickering as his friend turned back to trying to work the dog hair out of the carpet steps. It wasn't hard work, just... boring work and Kidd found himself zoning out, standing idly holding the vacuum base, stepping up in rung at a time when Killer moved up in front of him.
It put him eye level with Killer's ass, and with little else to look at, Kidd found himself staring at it after a few steps, eyeing the strip of skin on his back that showed each time Killer bent over to pry a clump of fur free. Most of Killer's clothes were a touch too big or too small, the few things he did own that fit right worn until they were literally tatters. It looked like today's jeans were on that touch of too big, sliding down just a little bit every time he bent over....
He was jerked out of him mussing when Killer tugged on the vacuum hose again, looking at him with an eyebrow quirked.
Kidd stepped up quickly.
"You staring at my ass Kidd? Should I be flattered?"
"Tch. No. It's just there nothing else to look at."
"I happen to have on good authority that I have a great ass," Killer chuckled, turning back to vacuum.
"If you say so."
Killer laughed again, but stopped teasing Kidd so he could finish up.
"What happened to your belt?" Kidd asked finally, as they reached the top landing, Kidd holding the vacuum at the furthest it could go, worried that the cord was at its max and about to detach somewhere at any point. Killer had the hose out as far as it could for the last step, picking the fur free by hand to feed it in the suction.
"Damn leather broke finally. I might be able to sew it back together, but if the leathers going, it's not gonna last much longer regardless."
"That sucks." Kidd offered. Killer hmmmed in agreement, gesturing for Kidd to go back down the stairs. Once at the bottom landing, he resembled the contraption, and Kidd unplugged it from the long line of power cords so Killer could take it outside before he attempted to remove the bag. Kidd had made that mistake exactly once - trying to change a bag inside. His mother had been mortified by the mess. she hadn't yelled.. just said she's been disappointed.
As Killer changed the vacuum bag, Kidd collected the extension cords - Killer's used four and if Kidd liked Big Mam more, he'd suggest the old hag get her place rewired because that was way too far to go for an outlet.