Mr. M.O.M

(The Residents are all lounging in the Apartment, save Roake, who's still out grocery shopping)

Daiyori: (sprawled out on the couch, as per usual, watching Jacob play Halo) so when is Roake getting back?

Jacob: how am i supposed to know? he needs to hurry up though.

Durithyll: no he does NOT!

(Durithyll's currently in the kitchen, trying to bake a cake -- from scratch)

Komasu: (trying to help out) Um, D, i think the cake needs to come out of the oven now...

Durithyll: what?! Komasu! i told you to get out of here! shoo! i wanna do this by myself!

Daiyori: well i want it to be EDIBLE!

Durithyll: it WILL be!! now shut up and let me do this!

Komasu: Durithyll... the cake's still in the oven...

Durithyll: Crap! see what you made me do!?

Daiyori: (sighs)

Roake: (opens the door, arms full of groceries) hey guys. i'm back--

Durithyll: NO!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!! (lunges over the counter and runs across the room, shoving Roake out the door) (slams the door as soon as Roake is out)

Roake: (very confused, and currently standing with his face two inches from the door)  um... ok?

Daiyori: wow. and you're spazz.

Durithyll: shut up! i'm not ready!

Daiyori: and you won't BE ready for another twenty minutes. so what, you're going to make Roake stand out there for all that time?

Durithyll: um... no?

Daiyori: than let him in, dumb butt.

Durithyll: (pouts) fine. but you're still a jerk.

Daiyori: i try.

Roake: (still standing outside, very confused)

Durithyll: (slowly opens the door) ...you can come inside now.

Roake: ok... (steps cautiously around Durithyll) so what couldn't i see at first? (places the groceries on the counter)

Durithyll: (sighs) because it's Mom's day and all, i wanted to bake a cake or do something useful.

Jacob: she tried doing the laundry, but she swore the dryer was going to explode in her face!

Durithyll: it friggen was!! are you kidding me!?

Roake: (laughs) that's really nice and all, but last time i checked... i'm a guy.

Durithyll: well duh! oi! but you do all the mom-ish things around here! i'm mean, you JUST went out to get groceries! and you cook and clean, and do stuff like that.

Daiyori: that's because you refuse to do it.

Durithyll: shut up! the dryer is EVIL!

Daiyori: and the microwave?

Durithyll: DEMENTED!!! heh... dimentio... nevermind!

Jacob: (turns off the 360 -- GASP! -- and walks around the couch) Oh, and we got you this. (lightly tosses a black box to Roake)

Roake: (catches it) what is it?

Daiyori: like we're going to tell you?

Jacob: just open it! (lightly nudges Komasu with his elbow) it was Komasu's idea.

Komasu: shhh!

Roake: (smiles suspiciously)(opens it) oh my gosh... i cannot believe you guys... (reaches inside and pulls out a gold painted metal plaque in the shape of a police badge. Engraved on it is: Mr. M.O.M. -- Maturity Over Masculinity.)

Durithyll: (smiles) do ya liiiiiike it?

Roake: (sighs) of course i do.

Durithyll: than pin it on your shirt! (snatches it from Roake's hand and pins it on his shirt) there! beautiful! now you have to where it ALL day!

Roake: i figured. now... (points to Durithyll's icing-less cake) it take it that's the cake?

Durithyll: yes! it is! and you're not going to touch it until I'M done with it!

Roake: but you could--

Durithyll: NO! OUT!! (grabs Roake by the arm and pulls him away from the counter, runs to the other side and plants both arms firmly around each side of it) mine! so go away!!

Roake: (smiles) fine fine fine... can i at least finish the laundry that i assume no one else did?

Durithyll: no! you can't! Daiyori's getting it!

Daiyori: what! i am NOT!

Durithyll: yes you are! so git! (jabs her thumb towards the laundry room)

Daiyori: this is ridiculous...

Roake: (laughs softly as he watches Daiyori sulk away) (turns back to Durithyll) are you sure i can't at least--

Durithyll: NO!! just do something not helpful!!

Roake: (smiles as he puts his hands up in resignation) fine fine fine... i'll go sketch or something...

Durithyll: see? now was that so hard? and Roake? happy Mom's Day.

Roake: (smiles) Thanks.

-END

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A/N: i know it's a day late... wah. but hey! at least i got SOMETHING! heehee! Roake is totally Mr. Mom!