Star Fox Reckonings

Chapter 3: Plans Set in Motion

Fox and Falco were sitting across each other scowling on a table on the Great Fox's small kitchen (if you could call two counters, a microwave, a square table and a fridge squeezed into a corner "a kitchen"), which was only used whenever someone actually learned how to cook something. There was no other room the three thought would be okay for such an argument, especially not each other's rooms, bringing sarcasm from THOSE sightings would be the sarcastic equivalent of igniting sparks in Hydrogen gas.

Peppy was there trying to counsel: "So, Falco, what's on your mind that you're mad about?" Said Peppy, trying to be calm, because it's hard being a nag and an advisor... and sometimes a counselor

"I'm mad because this furball hasn't moved his tail from his chair to do some real work instead, meanwhile I 'm ejectin' garbage all the damn time." Said Falco with a failed attempt to conceal his anger-induced sarcasm, with his arms crossed and back leant onto the chair.

"Do some real work? I was the one LOOKING for work, feathers-for-brains!" replied Fox with his head leaning slightly forward, eyebrows raised up, feeling insulted, right hand on his chest pointing to himself. "You just complained about having to do some!"

"At least I complain about an existent job that someone else can do when I've been doing it for two days straight!" Said Falco, slightly tilting his head sideways, highlighting his sarcasm that he didn't even bother to keep concealing anymore.

"Why don't we pay you to do that instead? Maybe then you'll stop complaining about it." Replied Fox, lower in tone but higher in wisecracker-ness than the previous, smirking.

In a fit of anger, Falco snapped, raised his equivalence of eyebrows, leaned forward fiercely, put his hands on the table with the same fierceness, and said:

"Why don't you come here and kiss my-"

"Falco!" Peppy interrupted "Watch it!"

Everyone stayed silent for a moment, then Peppy sighed and continued speaking, this time in a tense reprimanding authority-like tone.

"You two shouldn't even complain about this small stuff! You two are too mature for that, it's enough that Slippy did it out of the kindness of his own pure lil' heart, and it's not even his turn today!"

The two sighed, Fox then leaned back and turned his head towards the ceiling, he felt truly sorry about that Slippy had to calm it all down by volunteering when he wasn't even supposed to.

Peppy sighed along, then in the same tone, continued speaking: "Fox, what'd your father say about th-"

"I understand, Peppy." Fox interrupted. One reminder a day is enough, and Peppy already used his entire supply earlier that day.

Falco remained silent with his hands crossed. At this point in his sarcasm, he could've just put his feet up on the table and wait for a settlement. 

Fox sighed, then said: "Okay, I'll admit... I've been thinking about nothing but finding work lately, I just don't know when we'll ever get some work to do so we can repair this ship..."

"Fox, I like your perseverance" Said Peppy, looking at Fox with sincerity "But there's more to care about than work, we all share the Great Fox, and we have to make sure to act like it's our home, not throwing chores to one person or two like hot potatoes."

Fox nodded as a response, then Peppy turned to Falco.

"This goes for you too, Falco."

"Alright, alright..." He then made half a smirk. "At least I won this."

"Heh, if you only won anything else besides arguments." Fox cracked at the 'declaration'.

"How about we go dogfighting to prove it?" Falco said as he was leaning forward, squinting his eyes and smirking. His anger guard slowly started its journey into descent.