Mr. Clean
Your poor housekeeping skills have incurred the wrath of Mr. Clean.
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Mr. Clean
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Your poor housekeeping skills have incurred the wrath of Mr. Clean.
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You expect a few things when you get home from work. Peace. Quiet. Maybe a beer.
What you don’t expect is Mr. Clean in the flesh. He doesn’t even seem to notice you at first, humming happily to himself as he scrubs baseboards. The kitchen is clean. Sparkly clean, in a way you’ve never accomplished.
When you drop your bag in shock, he finally glances over, a disconcertingly magnetic smile on his lips.
Well well well. If if isn’t the person neglecting their responsibilities. You know what happens when you neglect responsibilities?
You open your mouth to respons and he cuts you off with a single finger to your lip. His other hand pats your cheek, large bicep brushing your arm.
Ants. That’s what happens. You get ants.
You swear you can see your reflection on his scalp. You can’t help but wonder if he uses the magic eraser on that, too. He leans back slightly, tugging his t-shirt as he wipes his hands off with a rag.
I know you’re confused. Why am I here? Don’t overthink it. He steps closer, close enough you can smell faint bleach and lavender on him.
Now, do you mind bending over and grab the oven spray from under the sink? I never leave a job half-finished.