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“Oh. My. God, “ Dan exclaimed as he entered the kitchen to get some snacks. “The Phil Lester loading the dishwasher without me asking him to? Did you hit your head or something, Phil?” Dan grinned sarcastically as he came to stand beside Phil, who was crouching as he loaded the dishwasher
“Fuck off, Dan,” Phil pouted as he placed the utensils in the racks. “I’m trying to be a supportive and helpful person here.”
“Aw, sorry, Phil. I appreciate you.” Dan kneeled down on his knees to place a kiss on Phil’s cheek.
“You better.” Phil responded in a sassy tone as he slammed the dishwasher’s door with a thud and stood up.
Dan followed suit and opened the snack cupboard to pull out a packet of half eaten tortilla chips. He then took out a bowl from the drawer underneath the kitchen counter, as Phil scrolled on his phone, and poured out the tortilla chips into it.
He was about to throw the empty packet when Phil glanced upwards and exclaimed, “Hm! Lemme do it.” making grabby hands at the packet.
“Phil, you did it last time. I wanna do it now!” Dan whined and raised the packet high from Phil’s prying hands.
Phil, who was on his heels and stretched up to grab the empty packet, came back down on flat feet. He then began to put on his most convincing puppy dog eyes and blinked innocently at Dan.”
“No. Nuh-no. No. Don’t blink your eyes at me like that. I want to do it.” Dan relented.
“Ugh. Okay, fine. You do it.” Phil gave up and watched as Dan walked to their electronic bin and spoke up in the most terrible Irish accent,
“Oh-pen can.”
This was the result of their attempt to change the settings on their bin. From wanting to change the setting to a normal English accent, instead they were now forced to do an Irish one.
The attempt was so horrible that the room was rendered into silence, after the bin opened meekly. The silence was soon broken when they broke into synchronised laughter.
“Okay, fine. You’re the one who's better at doing an Irish.” Dan admitted, biting into a tortilla chip.
“YES.” Phil held up his fists in joy and grinned triumphantly at his partner, helping himself to a couple of tortilla chips, and stuffing his mouth.
“By the way, did you edit the cracker video?” Dan asked as he popped another chip into his mouth.
“It’s almost done…I just need to edit the last one minute and it’ll be ready to be uploaded tonight.” Phil replied, licking the tortilla chip dust off his fingers.
“Great. We still need to decide what the last video is going to be for the ‘12 days of Patreon’. Layla was telling me she had a couple ideas if we needed any help.” Dan replied, picking up two chips at once and stuffing his mouth.
“Okay. I’ll ask her and Emilia if they have any good ideas. Maybe I’ll even lurk on phannie twitter to see what the audience wants.”
Phil suggested, taking the chip which Dan held out for him in his mouth.
“They just want Wuh-Dap-Tee-Oh early, Phil. But if we do that, they’ll ‘starve to death’ during the pajama week,” Dan replied, making air quotes. “I saw some comments saying they love that we’ve been over feeding them in this new era, but they’ll have separation anxiety or something when we take a break.” Dan broke off the second-to-last piece of tortilla chips with his teeth and raised an eyebrow at Phil, expectedly.
“I’ll email the producers.” Phil agreed and opened his mouth to accept the last piece of tortilla chips that Dan was about to put into his mouth.
“Also, Phil?” Dan turned towards the sink as Phil was about to leave the kitchen. “That was the last crisp. Which means the bowl is empty.”
When Phil looked at him questioningly, he simply put the empty bowl in the empty sink.
“Daaaaan!”