Home Is Where The Food Is // Ollie-O

Ollie shifted on the couch as Echo sat up in preparation for whichever snack she was summoning from the kitchen this time. They had just under half a pizza still in the delivery box on the coffee table in front of them, and multiple crisps bags in various stages of consumption littered around them. These were some of his favorite times with Echo. Obviously being a slovenly lay about was not generally considered ideal, and it wasn’t as though they always spent a full weekend on the couch, but just the fact that she wasn’t such a princess to look down on these sorts of dates with him. Dora would never have just slouched around wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt on the couch for two days straight – not that he had ever – EVER – considered dating Dora, but that was the point. Echo wasn’t anything like that sort of girl. Merlin bless the wizards who could put up with those sorts of witches. Ollie was grateful for what he and Echo had together, and yeah, she cleaned up nicely, but sweatpants and pizza was just as good as high heels and horderves.

A soda bottle flew passed his head, making his long hair swish into his face. He brushed it away with his hand. “Nah, you just gotta know the trick,” he explained, sitting up himself and reaching for the angry bottle that Echo had abandoned. “Watch.” He gave the bottom of the bottle a few sturdy taps with his finger, gave a smug grin towards Echo, then twisted off the cap as the angry hissing turned into an explosion of bubbly brown liquid. “Oh bollocks!” He clambered to replace the cap, but it was no use. The soda came streaming out like a rocket and in his panic Ollie pulled off his sock and began mopping up the mess with it.

Ollie smirked as Echo softly voiced his exact thoughts, but unlike the pretty blonde, Ollie knew for a fact Kit was going to hear her remark. His gruff growl came right on schedule. “I’ll buy you more next time I do the shopping,” Ollie protested, complete with a juvenile eyeroll. “It’s only popcorn.” And soda on every surface in the room, and greasy crisp bags littered about, and…. Deciding that Echo’s wand was in fine working order, Ollie found his own wand and began clearing the sticky mess, starting with the couch. He hadn’t planned that well at all, because as soon as the cushions were clear, little drops began to appear again. “Ugh,” Ollie groaned loudly. “Ceiling first, ceiling first.” He pointed his wand up and cleared the coke above them, stopping the brown rain from falling on anything else they cleaned up. He looked to Echo apologetically. “Never a dull moment with us, eh?”

“See? I dunno what his problem is, this place is already spotless.” Well, not quite spotless, but clean enough for the moment. No doubt Kit would come back through with a white glove and exclaim that the place was a pigsty but the soda was cleaned up and the rubbish had all been binned. The room was a right bit cleaner than either of them. “Go for it,” he said of Echo’s idea to take a shower. They’d both been drenched by sticky liquid, and he didn’t fancy adding ants to their situation. “I’ve got some clean shirts hanging in my closet, if you’d like.” She would probably like, because she was currently wearing one of his t-shirts. And his sweats. He doubted she was wearing his pants as well, but he wouldn’t have batted an eye if she were.

Echo headed upstairs to clean up and Ollie picked up the empty pizza box and carried it into the kitchen where Kit was already starting on supper. "You know, you could be a little more welcoming from time to time," he lectured his older brother. He knew Kit liked Echo as a friend of their sisters' and well enough as Ollie's girlfriend, but sometimes he was such a curmudgeon that Ollie worried he wasn't as fond of his relationship as he thought. He cracked the pizza box over his knee, bending it in half before shoving it into the bin. He turned around and looked at his brother pointedly.

"Or nothing, that’s also an option. You know it’d get cleaned up eventually.” By Kit, in all fairness, but Ollie wasn’t a complete slob 100% of the time. No one could be while living with his brother. Growing up they had learned to wash up before each meal and to keep their rooms tidy; Ollie’s more so than the girls’ but they were given more leeway seeing as they were little princesses and Ollie was...well, Ollie. So he wasn’t as nitpicky as his older brother, he also wasn’t an absolute pig either which Ollie felt he was owed some credit – but he’d be better off getting that from their dad or sisters than Kit. He would have pressed on but at that moment he realized that his older brother must’ve been really stressed by the mess if he was making egg toasties. “All that cleaning did work up an appetite,” he replied, pretty sure that Echo would want something after her shower.