summary : cleaning the house with dallas is a handful tbh
+ + : poc!reader 🥰 this is kind of short ,, sorry ):
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"why do you have such a mess in your kitchen, hm? who allowed you to have this much food—" dallas grumbles as he helped you clean up the kitchen.
"we could be outside and doing so much more things. sheesh, i could even be watching your beautiful brown skin glow by the sun, but noo– we are in here cleaning." he continued to grumble some more, but before he could whine some more, he was interrupted by your loud screaming coming from the living room.
he was a bit startled, but he quickly made his way towards the living room. and to his surprise, there you were; standing on top of the couch while you pointed to a spider on the ground.
"you have got to be kidding me.." dallas mutters to himself as he walks over to the spider. "even this little thing wants you to cuddle with me baby." he says as he steps on the spider, before looking at you.
You rolled your eyes and got off of the couch. "Shut up Dallas, you're not getting anything until you close those cabinets."
"I already did that, though." Dallas smirks and bends down to pick up one of your shoes.
You walk into the kitchen and saw all of the cabinets open, which caused you to groan out loud.
"On my mama, Dallas Winston, if you don't come and close all these cabinets–!"
All you heard from the living room was a faint laugh and the door closing a second later.
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