From: hardluckwoman	Date: December 26th, 2010 03:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"He doesn't have to, but he should help, it's the principle!" Erica replied to Brian, before returning her attention to Ben's door. She glared at it fiercely, perhaps half measuring her chances of being able to get through it. If he would just stop being so stubborn, all of this would be loads easier already. Why make a bad situation worse by being an arsehole?

When Brian mentioned the disinfectant, his sister showed no signs of even hearing him as he headed off. Instead, she hit the door twice more. "Better things to do than make your mother smile on Christmas? That's awfully rude!"

	From: formaldehyde	Date: December 26th, 2010 03:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Ben huffed, cracking open the door and glaring at his sister. "She seems to be smiling just fine without me."

He watched Brian walk down the hall. "You might want to supervise him," He said condescendingly to Erica, more than Brian. "He'll probably try to bleach the entire tree."

	From: littleredd	Date: December 29th, 2010 12:46 am (UTC)		(Link)

Brian wasn't listening anymore as he found a pair of latex gloves that his mother left for him in the kitchen. Carefully he slipped them on before moving to the cabinets and opening them slowly.

"It is here...somewhere." He murmured to himself, lifting them up and peeking under the carefully sorted objects until he found the large bottle of bleach. Pulling it out he paused again, before frowning and looking about the tidy room. "I need a bucket."

	From: hardluckwoman	Date: December 29th, 2010 02:24 am (UTC)		(Link)

Erica huffed and glared right back through her side of the crack in the door. "Why should I have to do it all myself? You have responsibility to this family just as much as I do!" she protested.

She could vaguely hear Brian in the kitchen, and she knew Ben was right. If she didn't get down there to see what he was doing soon, he'd end up dunking every single ornament into his bucket. Which included all of those damn KISS ornaments she had gone searching high and low for.

"Just come, okay? Why is everything a fight with you?"