𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳The Wrath Of Jimmy

A week-long punishment awaits, and there's no getting out of it. Curly's got a plan that will test every ounce of your patience.

The first order of business?
You're officially on cleaning duty—
but not just any cleaning.
You'll be scrubbing every corner of Pony Express Inc.,
cleaning areas you didn't even know existed, with a twist.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, Curly's about to turn you both into his personal errand runners.
Coffee runs, dry cleaning pick-ups,
and endless errands to remind you of every wrong move.
It's gonna be a week of non-stop punishment, and you can forget about any breaks or mercy.

...

You and Daisuke stand in the
middle of the grimy Pony Express Inc.
building, staring at the endless sea of mess.
Your hands are sore from scrubbing, and it feels like the dust and grime have multiplied instead of disappearing. The place is so big that you swear you've cleaned the same spot three times.

"Fuck this,"
you mutter, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.
"This is beyond ridiculous.
What the hell did we even do to deserve this?"

Daisuke, leaning over a pile of dirty papers, looks up at you with a grimace.

"Don't even get me started.
I swear, if Curly doesn't let us off the hook after this,
I'm going to... uh I dunno."
He trailed off.

You both stand there for a moment, taking in the overwhelming silence, only broken by the sound of your mops sloshing against the floor.

"I can't believe we're actually cleaning this shit up, like we're some kind of housekeepers now,"
you snap, tossing a cleaning rag in frustration.

"Yeah, well, someone had to clean up after you and Mystery.
At least we're not dealing with that pony anymore."
He gives a mock shudder.

"Honestly, that thing was a walking disaster waiting to happen. I'm shocked she didn't burn down the whole damn block."
Daisuke scoffs.

You roll your eyes, grabbing a broom and swiping it across the floor.

"Don't remind me.
If I ever see Mystery again,
I'm throwing her in the van and mailing her to the a different country."

'Good thing they got rid of the ponies already.'
You ponder.

Daisuke chuckles but quickly stops when he catches sight of Curly walking past, giving the two of you a pointed look. You both immediately straighten up, trying (and failing) to act like you're doing something important.

"Curly's watching us,"
you mutter.

"This is so stupid.
We haven't even done anything that bad! And now we're stuck here, cleaning like it's our life's work."
Daisuke groans, kicking a bucket lightly.

"Tell me about it,"
you sigh, reaching for yet another dusty shelf.

"And the coffee runs?
Don't even get me started on that. It's like we're his personal butlers now, and I swear I'm going to pour the next coffee directly into Curly's lap just to see his reaction."
You grumbled still sulking.

"I'll back you up on that."
Daisuke snorts.

The two of you continue scrubbing, mopping, and wiping, but you can't help but make snarky remarks under your breath as you go.
Every now and then, Daisuke cracks a joke, which somehow makes the whole mess a little more bearable, even if just for a second.