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Somewhere on campus, a zomboil had been lugging three large bags behind him through the dead grass and dirt. It was ridiculous, really. Who ever decided that clothes should actually need to be washed? If everyone just left their clothes dirty, than that would be the standard and normal thing to do, and his boilfriend wouldn't have insisted on him picking up the dirty laundry that was piled in heaps around his comfortably messy dorm room, and definitely wouldn't have hinted at him quite strongly that those items should get washed.

The things he would agree to do for a few extra kisses. Was Yin becoming manipulative or was Alexander just imagining it?

Whatever. The point was this was stupid, but he was going to do it anyways because if it made a certain weremantis happy, than it was worth it. Never mind the fact that he actually had no idea where the campus laundry area was and spent most of his morning just wandering aimlessly. Forget that once he got there he would most assuredly have no idea what he was doin---wait, was that an alpaca? Alexander's mouth watered at the sight, but with it being tethered up, he had to remind himself that it was probably somebodies pet and made himself move on.

Eventually, he found the building, and hefting the large bags up each step, skeletal foot scraping against each paved slab, he finally pushed his way inside, only to hear a very familiar voice and a lot of accompanied noise that most definitely sounded like something was being broken.

He gave a glance at the ghoul who was already present, than shifted mismatched eyes towards the washing machine, where all of the interesting sounds were coming from. ".........Sal? What are you doing?" He shuffled the rest of his way inside, discarding his bags by the door and approaching the washing machine so that he could place both hands on top, and lean over to have a look at the pile of robes and white hair that lay behind.

And then, as though a light bulb went on in his head. "Did you leave an alpaca tied up on the campus grounds?"

And than back towards the ghoul, who was familiar but whom he'd never actually spoken to before that he could recall. "I'm sorry, is he bothering you? I don't know who keeps helping him escape the horsemen mental facility. If he's being a problem I can send him right back again."

Of course he was totally joking.

Or was he?

"You are telling me you don't use old, outdated sayings? I frequently year you youngin's saying Jack as a curse...from my knowledge of your lore, not only does he not deserve such crude praise, but his FEAR faded eons ago?" He sounded curious; not that he was trying to win the conversation or perhaps put an end to it, but he always found this use of Jack's name in vain as being very...unusual.

Alex's voice did what Junko's couldn't; Sal peeked above the washing machine. "Well well, so you are still alive! Rude, but I can overlook that under the circumstances." The Horseman teased in a voice that would have been dead panned had it not been for the small smile on his lips. As always, he ignored the questions over what he was doing, mostly because there were important things to discuss. "I did indeed, and that would indeed be Alexander." He affirmed to Alex and then Junko, and then went quiet as they went to introduce themselves a little more directly. There was nothing more for him to say at the moment; the Alpaca surprise was spoiled and they were introducing themselves, which gave him time to stand and dust off his robes, leaving the back of the washer in pieces to instead go see his 'first son'.

"Bella has been keeping me up to date." He informed the Zomboil. "But it is good to see you face to face, little colt."

Ah, that was true about Jack. Junko was quiet, thoughtful. He had a point. "I suppose you're right. To be honest I only picked it up from my friends. They probably picked it up from their's..and...their's...I don't know when it started to be an addition for curses instead of simply praise."

Alex was asking her questions. Questions she could answer more easily! Yay! Junko turned to the boil with a smile, nodding her head. "Yes, I was Vice President. And yes! She's one of the first friends I ever made here~. Oh, you're..Mort's friend?" Mort, right? She didn't know him terribly well but she didn't like being someone who didn't remember names and faces.

Junko put a hand against her chest and looked to Salbei as Alex said he was old, forgetful and blind. She understood it was all a joke but every now and then Junko liked to pretend she believed everything she heard. "Oh, no! Salbei, is this true? That's so sad! I'm sorry to hear that, Salbei. Perhaps we could invest in a nice seeing-eye minipet for you!" Clever. That was a good one, Junko. Write that one down so you don't forget for next time.

Papa Pony? Junko blinked and looked from Salbei to Alex and back again. That was a strange nickname. "I think my clothes are almost done, you can take the machines I'm using after I put them in dryers.." She tried to peek behind the washing machine and gasped when she saw pieces missing and torn. Salbei! Wh..what..?!

"Oh gosh I hope they don't blame any of us for this.."

"If your memory is perfect, why are you always getting so lost?" Alex asked, innocently enough while nudging his bag of dirty laundry with a skeletal toe and trying very hard to hide the grin that was threatening to spread across his face. Back towards Junko, he nodded.

"Ya, Mort. He's one of the first friends I made here." He did grin now, remembering how he had ran into the boil at the scarecade all that time ago and they had battled it out on the dance dance deadolution machine. Alex had won a hard fought victory back then. "Belladonna has become almost like a little sister to me." Wait, was she actually older then Alex? He didn't even know! "Even though we didn't really get off to a good start when we first met. I think she implied that because I was a zombie, I was stupid." He laughed at that, a sound that was quickly cut off when Salbei emerged and pulled him into a hug, leaving him enfolded and practically ensnared in the faminers many robes. With the slight height difference, it actually did remind Alex quite a lot of hugs he had gotten from his actual dad...minus the robes of course.

"Hey I had nothing to do with any of that." He said in regards to the washing machine when he was able to break free. Small hug or not, he had almost gotten lost in all of that fabric!

Of course, Junko had to offer the use of the machines she was using, and it was hard for Alex to hide the disappointment on his face, before he spoke again, turning towards her to ask, "Hey uh, you wouldn't mind maybe showing me how they actually work, would you?"

This still didn't make him stupid. Belladonna was still wrong.