Dirty laundry

[cutenonny]

the LAUNDROMAT

Perhaps you live in a dorm or an apartment that hasn't seen renovations since the eighties. Maybe your luck has really dried up and your washing machine at home broke the night before a job interview and you haven't done a load of laundry in two weeks. Whatever your story is you've ended up at the local 24-hour laundromat. It could be creeping in on midnight or three in the morning. Either way, the place is a dead zone. Leaving you floating in a liminal space where reality has been stripped down to the sounds of clattering quarters and the continuous thrum of the machines under the buzz of neon lights. This would be a horrible time to bump into someone you know, or worse - a complete stranger while you're staring into the middle distance in nothing but your American flag boxers reading a paperback.

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Comments

[skelters]

[ and of course vash makes a big deal of that tiny check, staggering to one side with a small oof of exclamation, rubbing at his hip as though he'd taken more damage than wolfwood himself from how bony his ass is. ]

Ahaha ... Sorry.

[ why does he continue to be assigned to laundry duty, they won't know ...

he sidles up to the other's side as wolfwood digs through the untidy tangled pile of clothes stuffed into the washer, reaching out to take the bundle of clothes from his hand. ]

Good thing you're here too, right?