♤ ➖𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 | A Little More

Who kept insistently arguing about vegemite???

Personally speaking, I would only have vegemite as a hangover solution as I'm a tad more into marmite (there's a difference) but I see the vision with the Aussies - I also highly recommend to enjoy marmite with green apples...

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"Laundry!"

The cry for dirty clothing from a softer toned voice fell on deaf ears.

Waiting patiently before the grand hallway of the home, a young woman patiently stood idly though no sound of urgency within the bedroom walls could be heard.

When realising her call wasn't being listened to, the girl outwardly looking put together in her formally dressed clothes simply blew air before sucking in her lips. A light hum of thought rumbling gently.

"How late do these people sleep in... are they even in their rooms right now?"

Muttering under her breath while shaking her head, she was too focused on her concern of their sleeping schedule and their whereabouts she completely disregarded her manners.

"Ah, you're here early." Slapped with the stench of cheap cologne and so much hairspray upon her entrance, (Y/N) took a step back and froze in place with a look of disgust.

'Vito...'

The overly confident guy was shirtless admiring himself in the full body mirror, his focus centred around his biceps and then his hair.

"Yeah..." Unable to handle the strong smell of his bedroom, she covered her nose. "I came to collect dirty laundry..." She sounded nasally with the way she was holding her nose.

"I see," Vito smiled smugly, almost like he was acknowledging something only they would know. "You're getting ahead of things." Pulling out a basket from his closet with little clothes, he extended it to her. "I like it."

"Aha..." Laughing awkwardly under his gaze, when she was taking the basket out of his hands his warm skin skimmed hers, a sudden trail of shivers spread through her arm. "Huh..." She found it foreign.

"Make sure you use the detergent in the purple container," He went back to admiring himself in the mirror, brushing back his hair before spraying it completely with hairspray. "That one's mine."

Snapping out of her trance from the differentiating touch when she felt her headache, she cleared her throat. "Got it..." (Y/N) squeaked between coughs, wafting away the strong smell of which Vito seemed immune to.

"Thank you, sweets."

Immediately exiting out of his bedroom with a final cough, she stumbled right into another figure.

"'bout time, mate!" Adjusting once again to the freedom of the intoxicating fumes, the (H/C) haired girl blinked a couple times to levitate her dizziness. "Lana doesn't get through ours but her own."

'Manitoba...' She could make out his Australian accent from a mile away.

He tipped his hat and dumped a load of his garments into the basket belonging to Vito. His clothing had a fresh grassy whiff that subtly overlapped Vito's.