Chanceball Chapter 92: Main Blunder

“Wait!” you screeched with laughter, slapping the top of his head as he bit into your thighs through your pants, “wait! I have a proposal!”

“What is it?” He asked.

“Chicken nugget.”

“And?”

“No, that’s it. Chicken nuggets.”

There was a long pause as Dabi stared up at you and you stared down at him; then finally he sat back.

“Ok, you convinced me, chicken nuggets it is.”

“Yay!” you screeched with excitement, clapping your hands as Dabi got off the bed and hauled you up, “it’s been a big day. We need food.”

“Agreed! Let’s go.”

You happily followed him downstairs into the foyer and flicked the lights on, illuminating the dark house.

“Well, the lights work?” you commented, “that’s a start?”

“We might need to eat out tonight babe,” Dabi called from inside the kitchen, “the tap doesn’t work so we can’t do dishes.”

“That’s fine with me,” you replied, ” hate doing dishes anyway.”

Dabi grabbed his keys and wallet then jerked his head towards the door, “come on hot stuff, let’s go get you nuggets.”

You squealed with delight and skipped towards the door, excited to be alone together for the first night in your new place.

The first few days at your new house was filled with unpacking boxes, buying supplies, getting random items to fix things and waiting for your exam results to come in.

“Im like… 70% sure l passed,” you commented to Dabi as he passed you some items to stack in the pantry.

“70?”

“65.”

“You just said 70.”

“Yeah, but then I remembered that question and I’m pretty sure I got it wrong… but I still think I did… mediocre.”

“The confidence that oozes from you is intoxicating” Dabi replied sarcastically, “you need to pass if you want new paint in this house remember, that was the deal.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it in the bag,” you replied flippantly.

“Sure. Mrs 65%.”

You poked your tongue out and rolled your eyes up,making the most obscene face he had ever seen.

“Stop giving me bedroom eyes or you’ll regret it,” he teased, putting the last tin away himself, “are you gonna get a job?”

“What? Me? Why me?”

“No, like.. I’m gonna get a job too but I’m asking… are you? We gotta make ends meet some how.”

“Look at you being all mature,” you teased him, “yeah, I’ll get a job. Not sure where but I will.”

“I saw an ad for a job at the corner store. Nice and close. All l’d have to do is scan shit and tell people to fuck off.”

“I’m not sure that’s what the job ACTUALLY entailsbut you do you, boo,” you said with a chuckle, “I can drop by and tease you. I’m thinking I might do volleyball tutoring or something? Not sure if there are any jobs going… but I’l look into it.”

Dabi nodded, “sounds good to me, but first of all I want to fix this tap.”

You looked over at it and grimaced.

“Yeah, washing dishes and shit in the bathroom sink is getting kinda old. Should we call a plumber in or something?”

“Can’t afford a plumber right now. I’ll give it a shot. How hard can it be?” Dabi said with a shrug as he stepped over to fiddle with the piping.

“Mmmmmm…. dunno?” you mused, “I’ll help though, what do you need?”

“Uh… get me the uh, that-” he pointed to some tools on the kitchen bench that he had laid out earlier, “that one.”

“Which one? There’s like 4…”

“That. I don’t fucking know it’s name.”

“God.”

“No, it’s not called god.”

“No, GOD to you! How are you doing to fix the sink if you don’t even know what the name of the tool is that you’re using?”

“Listen,” he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you into his body as he looked down at you, “you just stand there and look cute, yeah? I’ll do the rest.”

“I swear, if you ruin the house ‘ll never forgive you,” you replied up to him, standing your ground and staring him down (or up in this case).

“‘I’ve got it,” he replied with a wink before he let you go and gently moved you aside so that he could get to the tools and the tap, “ok, here we go,” he muttered, finding the right spanner to put around the base of the tap spout that had a seal over it, “l just gotta undo this, right? Then attach the new one?”

You squinted and grimaced as he slowly undid the attachment, and before you could say anything the seal blew open and water erupted from the pipe, water going everywhere.

“Dabi!” You hollered as you turned your back to the onslaught of water and screamed as it smacked you- cold- between the shoulder blades.

“Mains!” he shouted, hands desperately trying to cover the sudden surge of water, “turn the mains off!! They’re outside! Side of house!”

You took off, your libero speed coming in handy as you dashed out the front door and raced around the side of the house, diving for the tap on the wall and quickly turning it off.

With a pounding heart and shaking hands you let out a sigh of relief then turned to venture back inside the house.

There was water absolutely everywhere and you walked back into the kitchen to find Dabi soaked to the core, his usually spikey hair, flat and despondent as his dead eyes stared at you.

“Oh no,” you said with a small chuckle, your chuckle getting more and more hideous as you looked at your drenched sad sack of heroic uselessness.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, finally letting go of the exposed pipe, now that water wasn’t geysering from the opening.

“Ok, now you can fix the tap,” you said cheekily.

“Yeah, thanks,” he grunted, wiping water from his eyes.

You shook your head then walked over to help, getting the fittings installed as quickly as possible.

It only took 20 minutes to get the new tap in place and secured, and then you went back out and turned the mains on again.

“How is it?” you called to Dabi as you entered the house, “does it work?”

“Like a charm!” he sneered, “I’m amazing baby.”

“You?!” you laughed, “you singlehandedly drenched the ENTIRE house, but ok.”

“I’m amazing” he reiterated, “what else needs fixing?” He stood confidently, hands on hips.

“No. You’re not fixing another goddamn thing” you said sternly, “next time we get professionals in.”

“Well… they do say ‘happy wife, happy life’ so, ok, wifey.” He walked over, leaned in, then smooshed his wet face and hair all over you, making you scream and laugh while smacking him away.

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