"y'all better be thankful for my depressing bank account," you sighed, frowning at the measly 4.27 dollars that displayed on the screen.
"PIZZA!!!" sasha ignored you, squealing. you had just enough to order two pizzas—pepperoni pizza and a buffalo pizza per connie's request. sasha took centuries to decide what kinds of pizza she wanted because of the many varieties of pizzas that were available on the menu.
then, she started crying because she wanted them all but connie just turned to you and told you what he wanted which you were thankful for. after that, he took a couch pillow and pressed it onto sasha's face while you just ignored the attempted murder that was going on so that you could order the damn pizzas. the two large pies took a great hit to your bank account, so that was neat.
"ask your boss for a raise already!"
"i mean, you right," you said. you unlocked your phone and entered the messages app, typing a text to your boss once you found his contact.
lysol's husbando today 5:17 pm
(name) oye papi chulo read 5:19 pm
lysol's husbando please stop.
(name) can i get a raise read 5:20 pm
lysol's husbando no.
(name)
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read 5:20 pm
(name) pls levi read 5:21 pm
(name) u know u love the way i scrub scrub read 5:21 pm
lysol's husbando no one cleans as good as me, so no.
(name) 😔 u suck
lysol's husbando good.
you clicked your tongue and set your phone back onto the coffee table. "he said no."
your boss, levi ackerman. always stoic. cold personality. a bit closed off, a clean freak, and a bit anal over certain things, though overall a good guy. you've known him longer than you've known sasha and connie. as long as you've been working at his tea shop—a year.
he doesn't seem like the type of guy you'd easily joke around with. scratch that—he isn't. however, your relationship with him was oddly like that. you liked to annoy him, try to get him to crack a smile. all attempts were and still are failures, but you can tell that when you try, it doesn't really annoy him.
you knew that he probably only accepted you because you were able to clean good, and no, you're not a janitor. your cleaning was top tier if you do say so yourself. levi obviously thought he was the best of the best though. he's definitely in denial of your scrub-a-dub-dub skills.
"he sucks," sasha said.
"he knows."
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how do y'all text fic without yeeting your phone bc—
anyways might come back and edit later. again, very much winging this story
