"Flip's sake, will you stop moving your leg so fricking much?" Y/n complained, grimacing as she perched on the edge of the coffee table across from where he was sprawled on the sofa with his right leg stuck in the air. In one hand she brandished a pair of tweezers, in the other hand she held his bare foot. "It's not like this is a comfortable position to maintain." He replied drily. Y/n flashed him a death look. "You're not the one with a stinking gross foot in your face, so you can shut up."-
-He waited a moment, then felt the corners of his mouth twitching upward as he shot his leg forward, his foot now in dangerous proximity to her profile. She dropped the tweezers as she recoiled, gagging. Y/n swatted at him whilst he cackled. “You’re not funny.” She glowered, speaking after his laughter began to die down. “Humour is subjective. Personally I think I’m pretty hilarious. Which by definition, makes me pretty hilarious.” The overt smugness in his tone only served to irk her further.-
-She rolled her eyes and exhaled through her nose, picking up the fallen tweezers and then begrudgingly accepting the foot he once again held out toward her. Angling his foot so that it was tilted towed the light source in the room, she scanned it for the small shard of embedded glass that was causing all the trouble. “You could try being a little more grateful you know. Just a thought.” She snarked. “I’m plenty grateful!” He protested, “Especially seeing as we wouldn’t be in this-
-position if it weren’t for your clumsiness and crap vacuuming skills…” He added, muttering under his breath. Judging by the mischievous glint in his eye, however, he was well aware that she’d catch it. She gaped for a split second before glaring at him indignantly. “I told you to at least put some socks on before traipsing around where the glass had shattered, just in case I’d missed a bit, but no!-” A shit-eating grin climbed up his face as she continued her rant against him,-
-finding the self-orchestrated rampage to be highly entertaining. “-You didn’t! So this is your own fault and honestly, I’m kind of a massive saint for caring enough about you to…” She drifted off, finally taking stock of his expression and shaking her head. “You’re a real ass, you know that?” He chuckled and then shot her a lop sided smirk. “I’ve been told once or twice. By a ‘kind of massive saint’ or two.”
“Well then, if you have a saint or two, then how in the holy hell did I end up doing this, and not one of them?”
Isaac smiled like a child. “You’re just lucky, I guess.” The leer he sent over her shoulder made her turn around, nearly screeching when she found Peter’s face only inches from hers. “Why are you staring at my foot, you creeper!” Isaac said in a complete one-eighty of his previous mood.
“I’m making sure that’s the only piece, you pipsqueak, now shut up and stop looking at me like that.”
“Ow! God dammit! What the fu- OW! OW!” Derek’s voice cried out from the other room, foul language she had never had the pleasure of hearing until that moment reaching her ears, and she cringed, peeking an eye open at Isaac, seeing his smug grin.
“You forgot to vacuum the rest, didn’t you?”