blah blah disney songs about cleaning

[brushoff]

WHO: Dorian Gray & Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: Residence #4
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday, the afternoon
WHAT: Someone who rarely picks up a mop decides to teach someone from high fantasy to clean. What could possibly go wrong?
WARNINGS: Nothing really.

The past twelve hours consisted mostly of Dorian scrounging the internet, looking things up, going 'oh, so that's how you clean that' and buying cleaning supplies. Because despite the fact that he told Margaery he knew how to clean...he kind of didn't. He knew the basics, and that's it.

Thankfully, Residence #4 isn't too far from his own house, Residence #2, so he doesn't have to lug the cleaning supplies that far. So, laden down with disinfectant spray, a mop, a broom, a dustpan and plenty of sponges, Dorian somehow manages to knock in the door to Residence #4, hoping that Margaery is indeed in.

Because otherwise, he's going to have to lug this stuff back--and, as comical as he looks, Dorian really doesn't want to do that.

Comments

[throneinmyside]

Margaery is indeed there, she had changed into some more practical clothes for the afternoon of cleaning- jeans and a light t-shirt, her hair pinned up so it wouldn't get in the way. She knew she needed to learn these practical matters, she had never had to clean or basically tend to her own needs without ladies rushing to do things for her. It was one of the benefits of coming from one of the richest houses in the Seven Kingdoms.

So she's excited to learn something new, there is only a brief pause between his knock and when she answers with a warm smile. "Dorian! Please, come in," Margaery offered as she held open the door for him, stepping forward to help him with getting some of the cleaning supplies in the door.

[brushoff]

He steps inside, bringing the massive amount of cleaning supplies in with him. They clang and slosh as he moves them in, but Dorian honestly doesn't care. Once everything's inside, he flashes Margaery a smile of his own.

"So. Ready to roll up our sleeves and get some work done?"

[throneinmyside]

"You brought all of that? You must be very strong!" Margaery said with awe as she watched him bring in all the supplies. But she gave a determined nod, looking over the cleaning products.

"Where do we start?" she asked, picking up a bottle of window cleaner, looking it over.

[brushoff]

"Can you keep a secret? I made two trips." Dorian's still smiling though, giving Margaery a little wink. As she picked up the window cleaner, he grabbed a rag of his own.

"Let's start with that. It's window cleaner, so just spray it on a window, then wipe it down with a rag or a paper towel."

[throneinmyside]

"It's our secret," Margaery laughed softly at his wink. She turned to the winter, looking at the bottle before spraying some carefully on the glass. "How much do I spray?" she asked, knowing that it was most likely a silly question but she was completely serious.

"Can I try wiping it now?"

[brushoff]

"Just two or three spritzes will do." To his credit, Dorian responds honestly--there's no teasing or facetious tone in his voice.

"And yes you can. Make sure you wipe the cleaner all over the window pane, so you don't leave any streaks."

[throneinmyside]

Margaery reached on her tip toes to be able to wipe the cleaner over the glass, she knew it was easy for someone this world and nothing to be proud of but for the only daughter of Lord Tyrell, it was an entirely new experience.

"Ah! It looks much better now!" she exclaimed with delight, turning towards Dorian with the rag in hand still.

[brushoff]

Dorian couldn't help but mirror her grin, obviously delighted that she was delighted. "It's really a simple thing to do, but it can make a world of difference."

He looked around the room before turning back to Margaery. "Should we work on the windows first, or do you want to know more about cleaning?"

[throneinmyside]

"We can come back to the windows, perhaps we should move on," Margaery suggested as she looked over at him. She lowered the rag, not minding the cleaner getting on her hands though the smell was a bit strong.

"What shall we do next?" she asked eagerly as she peered over to see what else he brought.

[brushoff]

"Well, we can mop the floors." Dorian responded, with a shrug. "That's pretty simple. What we do is mix a small part of bleach with multiple parts water."