Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

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Well, he wasn't a cat anymore and he was back in clothing that fit. He even kindly put Steve's spares back in his desk for him.

And the paperwork Steve had been avoiding was still there.

"I swear to god," he grumbled, picking it up to just finish for him.

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"I will leave spaghetti sauce all over your bathroom," Danny warned.

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"Isn't it your bathroom too?" Steve asked.

Though Steve was 100 percent the only one cleaning the grout lines.

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Deep cleaned those grout lines, in fact.

"Today it's yours."

[grenadesandohana]

With a specifically designated toothbrush, even!

"You get me the nicest things," Steve said dryly.

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"It's because I love you so much." Something like that.

[grenadesandohana]

"And so you give me a dirty bathroom."

[hatesparadise]

"Exactly."

Daniel.

[grenadesandohana]

"Hope you enjoy those dirty socks for Christmas," Steve said.

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"Babe." That was just cruel!

[grenadesandohana]

"Keep your spaghetti sauce outta my bathroom," Steve said, grinning.

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"Oh, and the ketchup is fine?" Well, duh, Daniel.

[grenadesandohana]

"Well, no," Steve admitted, "but I'm not trying to spite-spread it through the bathroom."

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"It's not out of spite!" It was definitely spite. "It's... spite adjacent."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve snorted. "Sure it is."

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"Not the same thing at all," Danny assured him with a grin.