Ben's POV:

I'm sitting on our new couch, pretty comfy, but I'm more focused on the news.

Usually, I hate the stuff, but since mutant dog people are running around, I've gotta figure out what's going on.

But my train of thought crashes the "UGH" car on the track.

Alex: Ugh.

Ben:?

Alex: Ben, you didn't do the dishes!

Ben: I-I just ate... It's fine they're in soapy water. I'll do them after the news.

Alex:(sigh)... You really are a slob.

Ben:!

I watch her grab the trash, which, due to the bottles inside, were extra heavy.

Alex:(sigh)...(mumbles) I miss weightless trash.

Ben:!

Oh no... D-does she means...

"I miss weightless trash" = "I miss G-Zero"?!

Ben: GHA!

I rush up to Alex and take the trash from her.

Ben: L-Let me do it!

Alex: O-okay...?

Dashing out of the apartment, I head to the trash shoot, dumping my bag.

(Kinck-clank)

Ben:...

(salm)

I punch the wall.

Ben: Am I really that much of a slob!?

Thinking back on it now, I usually let stuff be until I can do it all at once.

But a superstar like her has higher standards.

Damn it! I bet G-Zero was a clean freak. Plus his ability to make things weightless... How am I supposed to compare to that!?

Okay... Calm down... This one little thing... You can get past it.

Only if you never make a mess again.

Yes. From this point, NO MESS shall be made by me- no I must go further!

No mess shall ever be made in front of me- yeah, that's a bit too far.

I'm just going to be anti-sob.

(Opening theme)

I have the day off, so while Alex is auditioning for a new role, it's time for me to get my clean on!

First with the dishes.

Ben: Hm-hm♪ and...

Ben: Wait for it...

Ben:... Done.

Ben:...

Ben: Can you wax dishes?

Some googling later, I'm off vacuuming the floors. Had to move every bit of furniture to get every spec of dust.

I found some stains under the rug, thus I polished the floor. Record time I might add! Bet G-Zero couldn't beat my record...

If we don't use superpowers because that is cheating.

Ben: Phew...

Ben:...

Ben: Guess I can do the laundry and organize everything...

(3 hours later)

WHY DOES SHE HAVE SO MANY CLOTHES!!?

I've been at this for hours... At first, it was nothing, folding, hanging our stuff in our drawers and closet.

But when I discovered the walk-in closet, and how crappy my perception was...

There were just so many clothes. REALLY expensive clothing. It was either dresses she wore to premieres or costumes from her movies.

Currently, I'm not sure all this stuff can fit nicely and be organized in this pretty large closet.

A child could live in that much space...

A child...

Don't think about having children, don't think having children- Oh god I'm thinking about having children!!

Ben:(deep breathes)

Ben: Calm down. Don't listen to dad's propaganda.

Ben:(cracks neck)

Ben: Come on. Finish what you started!

Focusing on the task at hand, I buckled up and organized the hell out of that walk-in closet.

After 3 more hours... But I did it!

And... I hate cleaning now... I see why I don't do it often.

Ben: I need a drink...

Usually, I reserve alcohol for special occasions... Like now. I head to the kitchen, almost tripping into the fridge for some reason.

I grab the bottle Alex had taken a few glasses of yesterday since she ran out of beer.

Pouring myself a glass and making my way to the couch, I planned to watch some TV.

The keyword is "planned".

(SLIP)

See... My polish might have not dried...

So I slipped and fell, launching my wine into the air.

(SHATTER)

Ben:(protects the face from glass) Oh shit!

Ben: Gotta dry this before Alex gets back!

(drip)

Ben:(looks up)

Ben: Shit...

With a wine stain on the ceiling and it dripping wine, I worked fast to fix everything.

Only issue... The ladder wasn't high enough to allow me to reach the ceiling.

Ben: How the hell did it even hit the ceiling!?

Alex and I live in this fancy studio apartment. The ceiling is so high that a second floor could easily be made if it weren't for the sideways pillars...

Listen I'm a detective, not an architect, I don't know what they're called.

What I do know, is a bit of parkour.

Ben: Hop!

(ladder crash)

Let's see G-Zero do that. Without his gravity powers.

As I pull myself onto the... Beam? I begin to wipe down the ceiling stain as best as I could.

(Click)

Alex: I'm home-(sees ladder)

Alex:(looks up)

Ben: Hey, babe. How was your day?

Alex:......

Ben: I-I clean around the apartment-

Alex: Ben, for the love of god, my anxiety is as high as you are right now.

Alex: Please come down.

Ben: Uhhh... Can you put up the ladder?

Alex: Yeah...

After some tension from my getting down from the highest place in the apartment, Alex and I sat down.

Alex: Why were you up there?

Ben: Cleaning... I accidentally stained the ceiling.

Alex: How?

Ben: I slipped on the polished floor...

Alex: You polished the floors?

Ben: I also organized your closet filled with costumes.

Alex: Seriously!?

Ben: Yeah...

Alex: Why?

Ben: I... I didn't want you to think I was a slob...

Alex:...

Alex: Ben, I don't care that you're a slob. But the issue is I'm also a slob.

Alex: You saw my shame in that closet. If one of us isn't the Anti-slob, we'll live in a mess.

Ben: Is that it? Because I heard you say how you miss having weightless trash...

Alex: Ben, have you ever held something weightless? It's awesome.

Alex: But I digress...

Alex: I'm sorry if I made you feel like I was comparing you or something...

Alex: Looking around, mister weightless ain't got nothing on you.

SCORE!

Alex: So...

She leans in close.

Alex: I guess I know who'll take care of the apartment from now on~

Ben: Yeah... I'm never cleaning again. Your closet has emotionally scarred me.

Alex: Yeah... Same.

Alex: You wanna hire a maid?

Ben: Absolutely!

Alex: Sweet. I'll look for one tomorrow so you never have to give me stuntman flashbacks.

Ben: "Stuntman flashbacks"?

Alex: I've seen some shit.

Ben: Oooooo-kay then.

Alex: Thanks for not digging deeper...

The two of us then cuddle up and watched TV.

Alex:... Oh, if we had a kid we could use them for free labor.

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Alex: Ben?

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Alex: Hello? Ben?

Ben.exe has crashed... Goodbye.

(Ending theme)