“Or what? Shall you spank me for not listening and being a naughty boy? You are taking care of it, and that’s that!”
His hands were resting on his hips now, clearly just as stubborn in his stance as the other was.
“I told you to do it, thus you will do it.”
“Actually, I believe I’ll have to decline that offer,” he said, arms folding across their chest. “I won’t do anything to you, but you’ll have to find someone else for this… little clean up.”
“Understand?”
“It most certainly is your problem. Because if I’m not dealing with it, then you are. My hands are dirty enough as it is.”
“your hands may be dirty, but it’s not my problem,” he said, arms crossing his chest, “so, leave it for someone else – not me.”
“to quote some play i’ve never seen before? no– not my problem.”
Hellfirebound 