A Bau Bau Dorm Life!

Chapter 5

Fuwawa lets out a soft groan, stretching her arms above her head with an exaggerated sigh.

Fuwawa: "Ahh! So tired... It's already 3pm, and we're still on the couch lazing around... We should do some chores around the house, no?"

You nod in agreement, glancing around the dorm.

Y/N: "Yeah, I agree. There are definitely a few places where the dust is starting to build up... I think we've been putting this off a bit too long."

Mococo, who had been lying with her head half-buried in a pillow, perks up. Her ears twitch, and she sits up, rubbing her eyes as she looks around the room, blinking at the stray bits of dust floating in the afternoon sunlight. She murmurs, sounding a bit bewildered as if she's noticing the dust for the first time.

Mococo: "Haeh?! So is that why I've been sneezing so much lately?!"

Fuwawa laughs, a soft, warm chuckle that fills the room. She reaches over and pats her sister's back in a comforting gesture.

Fuwawa: "Yes, Moco-chan. Dust and you don't get along well, bau bau. But it'll be so nice once we're done, don't you think? Then we can enjoy a nice, clean dorm and relax even more!"

Mococo crosses her arms, letting out a small huff, though there's a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

Mococo: "Fine... But don't expect me to be happy about it! Chores are not exactly my idea of a fun afternoon."

You laugh, and soon the three of you are sorting out tasks, each taking responsibility for a different area. Fuwawa heads to the kitchen with a determined look in her eyes, grabbing a rag and some cleaner to tackle the counters and cabinets that have gathered a bit of clutter. Mococo, meanwhile, picks up a feather duster, giving it a dubious look before sighing and heading to the corners and shelves to dust. She mutters something about 'not signing up for this' under her breath, though you catch the faintest of smiles as she turns away. Grabbing the vacuum, you focus on the living room, targetting the spots on the carpet and the small nooks where the dust seems to love hiding. As you start, a quiet and comfortable rhythm settles over the dorm. The light swish of the duster and the soft hum of the vacuum create a peaceful soundtrack to the afternoon's tasks. You glance over at Fuwawa, who hums a soft tune as she works, her voice blending with the faint sound of running water as she scrubs the sink. She's focused, but there's a sense of calm and contentment in her expression that seems to make even the mundane task of cleaning a little more graceful. Turning your head, you see Mococo on her tiptoes, reaching up with the feather duster to tackle a high shelf. Her determined expression is almost too serious for the task at hand, and you can't help but chuckle as she stretches to reach the very top.

Mococo: "Why do these shelves have to be so high? I swear, the dust up here is probably as old as the dorm itself..."

Mococo grumbles, her ears twitching in annoyance. Seeing this, you find a chance to tease her... You give her a playful look before talking.

Y/N: "Maybe if you didn't avoid chores every chance you get, it wouldn't be so dusty,"

Mococo sticks her tongue out at you in response before turning back to her task with exaggerated movements, making a show of dusting every surface as if to prove a point.

Mococo: "I do my fair share of work! And besides, you're the one who's supposed to do most of the chores, right? I'm just... uh... moral support!"

Fuwawa laughs softly from the kitchen.

Fuwawa:"Moco-chan, I think it's good for all of us to do a little cleaning once in a while, bau bau. Plus, it's kind of fun, don't you think?"

You shake your head at that, smiling.