[M e w]

Still cleaning off the two plates, Thomas looked out of the corner of his eye at Narian.
"I can do it..." he said, menace lacing his voice. He really didn't want to be doing this, but he wasn't going to just up and abandon the job, that would make him look like a hypocrite after always yelling at Narian about not doing his jobs. He finished cleaning off his own plate and set it in the drying rack.
"If you don't want to clean you can go to your room or something..." he muttered.