Arus finished playing just in time to hear the girl and all of her complaints. Sighing a bit. HIS side of the house was spotless. He had personally cleaned it from top to bottom. He was no stranger to manual labor. He stands up and walks over to them. "There is nothing wrong with the kitchen. Its spotless." he says shyly but seriously. Walking away and washes his hands. "I made sure of it." He says to himself. "I can't cook in a dirty kitchen." He mutters. He heard her leave the room and turned. Seeing her plop down on the couch and shook his head. "This apartment has not been used in two years." His voice soft but he was explaining why it was in such a state. He then picks up his dusting cloth and begins dusting the television and the entertainment center. He would get the common room cleaned up but by no means was he cleaning HER room. He was not a maid. He just knew how to clean. He soon had that shining like brand new. Walking over to a closet and pulls out a couple of screw drivers and a hammer. Saying nothing more the beautiful but still somewhat spoiled, in his opinion at least, young woman on the couch. He begins to tighten the screws and then hammer back in some nails. He tripped and landed in a heap on the floor. His cheeks flaming red because she was sure to have seen that. Sitting up he stood and put the tools down. Dusting the furniture again. Shaking his head at the fact she had yet to stand up and actually help or do some work. She had only complained since getting her. She screamed spoiled and pampered.