>>13598023“Amethyst, you are revolting!” Pearl looked at her with disdain across the kitchen’s countertop.
In the small house, her slurping and gagging at the stack of flapjacks covered in motor oil was echoed and amplified. Luckily Steven was spending the day with Connie and didn’t need to bear witness to the act. What a disgusting role-model she makes, Pearl thought, and kept her arms firmly crossed.
“Mmphgrrraa?” she said between sickening, greasy bites. A large glop fell between her cleavage and stained her gem as she smacked.
“Ugghh!” Pearl rolled her eyes and stuck her nose to the ceiling. “Honestly, the way you conduct yourself is absolutely abhorrent. Why do humans even like to hang out with you?”
Amethyst swallowed and shrugged, “Eh, I dunno. Maybe cause I’m semi-relatable, instead of being a neurotic cupcake like someone I know. Besides, I make sure to clean up where it counts…”
“And where is that exactly? Certainly not that junkpile room of yours.” Taking up a cloth Pearl began to scrub at the offending marks off the tile island. It was everywhere.
“Hey! I told you I have a system in place. Do not fuck it up.” She rolled her eyes. “And no it’s not my room. I take good care of my special places. You know. My nether-regions?”
“Oh, please.” Pearl blushed slightly and turned to the fridge. “Such a place hardly requires upkeep. We have no use for those particular human constructs.”
“I do.” Amethyst scoffed. “Given how much I eat and drink I have to keep it clean. Vidalia’s boy really seems to like it. Hehe.”
“Ugh, and his friends too, I suppose? You’re such a whore, Amethyst.” She corrected an upturned milk carton and began to organize the fruit by ripeness.
“You bet I am. Wait…uhh…Pearl? When was the last time YOU cleaned down there?”
She froze and kept her eyes glued to back of the fridge. Dead silence claimed her and she didn’t dare take a breath.
