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Twitter had told her that someone had not changed their sheets in a while. And that they just..slept in them. All the time. And didn’t even- Solia cringed. She couldn’t deal. She’d probably have gone into fits if she tried that. Years of habit were hard to break. But now some poor guy needed his sheets cleaned. And pillows too apparently. It was kind of sad, but, also kind of cute. She would teach him. His name?

She’d forgot.

Twitter was not there to help with it’s helpful listing of names.

But! She did manage with her super hardcore sleuthing skills to find his dorm room. She wasn’t sure why but, once she found his dorm number, she was able to recall that a few hours later rather than his name. Fresh sheets for the standard trainee beds in hand, she’d even grabbed an extra one in case he wanted the one extra. Some people did, but not everyone. One fitted, two regular. She also had made a mental note to check his covers for grossness. If the guy didn’t know he could wash pillows, maybe he didn’t know about covers? Better safe than sorry after all.

She 'knocked' on his door with her foot.

Being a 17 year old boy was not an excuse to Solia. Clean sheets were a staple of a healthy lifestyle! But.. boys were guys and guys were prone to being men. And men could be really gross when they didn’t think about things. So when the door opened Solia was looking past Otto, seeing what type of boy that was a guy that was a man’s roomed looked like.

Someone needed a laundry hamper, a magazine rack- and probably an air filter. She would help him with that later if he wanted. For now, sheets and pillows!
“Hi I’m Solia! You needed your sheets changed and washed and a lesson in how to clean your pillows so they end up fresh and fluffy right?” She smiled up at him.
Damn tall people. Heels or no, she was boned.

“Is this a bad time? I can always come back if you’re busy!”

Pain in the- She snorted. “Hardly! It takes about five minutes tops! And then you get to enjoy the feeling of fresh sheets. But, Pillow take two hours for wash and dry.” The tone of her voice was clear in how if she could make it happen faster, she would. Shuffing into his room, she looked for a spot to place the clean sheets… only to have to nudge a pile of clothes to make a spot. Really. He needed a hamper.

“I got two sheets in case you like two rather than just one. I also grabbed a fitted as well. Have you ever stripped your bed or done this before?” She was guessing it was a no but never hurt to ask. “Just clear off your bed of anything else and we’ll get started. Oh right!” She looked at him. “What was your name again?”

Yes it was a thing, a normal people thing Otto, your family was not filled with freaks. Still, as he stripped his bed she bit her lip. That would be a lot to wash, but once clean, the blankets and pillows wouldn’t need a weekly wash. “Hrm, you have a lot of stuff. But I’ll wash it all okay? Now. First things first. We remove the sheets. Pretty simple, the only thing is the fitted sheet you need to worry about.” Case in point, as she crawled over part of his bed to take it off, she was forced back to slide the mattress out a bit. “Sometimes they fit far under the mattress and so they don’t pull up easy. Once that is done-“ She held up the dirty sheet in one hand, clean in the other.

“We set the fitted on. It’s the same process but backwards. It helps in my opinion to get opposite corners like this.” She hooked one in the far reaching corner before setting the sheet over the one diagonal from it. “That way it helps keep the sheet from sliding when you put them on. Want to put the last corners for yourself?” Probably not but she would offer. She was here to help and teach after all.

“Also Otto.” She repeated his name. “I might forget your name. I’m bad with names and faces." Bouncing a bit on her feet, she smiled. "Like, really bad."

You don't get to just fabreeze the stains away. Your sheets would still have stains on them after all. As the last two corners wet set over the mattress, Solia held up a sheet. "We'll do one for now, and then we can add the second if you want." Unfolding it, she tossed it out, laying it on the best best she could. "This is pretty easy. Just toss it over and tuck it in how you want it." She was mindful where the head of the bed was. Or...where she thought it was. "It's annoying because you might think, 'oh I have to mess up the sheet to get to the other side but it's like- You kind of have to. Just work with it. We're not going for perfect, just basics!"

Looking at Otto-
"Does Otto-bot work?"

“Oh.” She stopped the movements to tuck the sheet in, looking at Otto and then the bed. Again, Otto, then bed. A pause, she yanked up the sheet before laying just over it as even as she could set it. “Better?” If he didn’t want it tucked in, she wouldn’t. It was simple really. She wasn’t sleeping in his bed after all.

“It’s for looks a lot of the time yeah, but it’s not needed. We don’t have to make it fancy if you don’t want. But okay sheets done then?” She picked up the extra sheet, then- she tried to grab a few of the pillows strewn about. “Do you want to wash all your pillows? I can carry most of them, but uh, not all. Its an hour wash and then an hour dry but trust me Otto-boto, once done you’ll wonder why you didn’t do it sooner.

He might have thought the name dumb. “I’ll call you Otto when I am sure I won’t forget it so like…. A day. Maybe two. Just gotta repeat it!” And to think Otto, she was the newest member of your division.

Good! She wanted to make him happy, after all, no point in helping if it was not wanted. “Thank you~” She hummed out. Waddling a bit to make her way out of his room, she huffed. “God you have like, a ******** ton of pillows jesus.” It was followed by an amused chuckle. His bed would be a pile of comfort and clean by tonight, she’d see to it.

Even though she had pillows in her arms, Solia still managed to bounce on her way to the washing machines. “Otto-bot, otto-bot, otto-bot,” She kept repeating his name before throwing in something about how he was a deathcepticon.

“Okay!” in the laundry room, she just dropped everything into a pile. “It’s time to wash bitches.”

His question was a good one. Hands on her hips she nodded. “Pretty much! The only think it checking the tags. Some fiber blends need to be done on their own thing. Feathers have their own way usually which says on the tags. First things first, we remove the pillow covers and toss em with the sheets. We can color sort later but-“ She pulled a pillow free looking at how it had a head shaped indent to it.

It was clearly well loved.

“Just check the tag. This one just says normal wash and dry. So, normal wash and dry. They’re probably all the same. Let me know if not and I’ll figure out what to do with it.” Pillow sorting, she hummed to herself, no longer saying ‘Otto-bot’.

“Oh so, question, do you know if there is anywhere to play volleyball? I haven’t seen anything like a sports court since I came. The beach is okay though just.. courts are nice to have.”