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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 6:20 am
Melvin just stared at him. "Detergent and dryer sheets are where?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:54 am
"The laundry room?" He looked confused why they would be anywhere else.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 10:22 am
"God damn, Al. The Laundry room doesn't have de - Nevermind. I'll grab mine. Meet me there and bring the alcohol." He said, deciding now the whisky wasn't free but was payment for handling Al.
Going back to his room, Melvin picked up his laundry tote and went to meet Al in the laundry room. Not too many hunters stayed with their laundry and half the machines were rumbling with loads. About 3 were out of order. One laundry machine looked like it had caught on fire and just said "No" on a piece of paper taped to the charred front.
He moved over to Al, setting his plastic tote down. "Let's split them between bedding, colors, and whites. I doubt you two have anything delicate." He opened a few machines up and went to place the top layer of bedthings in one machine.
"How did you even get by this long without washing things."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 11:00 am
The long black-haired trainee turned around and stared at Melvin almost in shock. Was he talking to her? Well, he was now rummaging in her laundry bin so - "U-um... please... don't do that."
That wasn't Al.
Al was wandering the hallway nearby grumbling to himself, he was toting around a laundry basket crowned with his finest whiskey. He could have sworn it was this way...
He pulled his phone out and took a picture of the nearest vending machine he could find as a land marker and texted it to Melvin with a, "Which way?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 11:22 am
"Oh, sorry. You looked exactly like someone I'm meeting who.........also has the same bedset. Sorry." He apologized, turning away quickly and overcome with a wave of confusion, embarrassment, and seeping anger that AL WASN'T HERE YET.
When his phone buzzed to show him a vending machine at the opposite end of the dorms, Melvin was ready to kill.
He took his tote so no one would steal it and headed up the steps, turned a few corners, and came to the hallway. This time he made SURE it was AL before he started. "How in the EVER LOVING HELL do you not know where the ******** laundry room is after ALL THIS TIME?!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 11:54 am
"'K." They woman very quickly moved herself and her basket to the other side of the laundromat. Away from Melvin and peered around a machine to make sure he was gone. ~~~~~ Al stayed put obediently but went absolutely boggle-eyed at Melvin in raging bull mode. He ran his fingers through his own hair anxiously. "I forgot?" He tried to remember the last time honestly and was pretty sure he just followed someone helpful at the time.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 11:58 am
"Which means you haven't done laundry in ages!" He snapped back at him, taking the basket out of his possession and glaring at him. "You follow me and MEMORIZE this." He ordered, and turned about, following not to the laundry mat but back to Al's door. "Now memorize." He said, before heading the distance back to the laundry room.
He set the basket down and then flicked the lids of the machines open aggressively before turning on him. "Has Noah done all of this for you?" he said, grabbing the whiskey bottle and his cup back.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 12:51 pm
"Because Noah -" and Melvin snatched his basket away, leaving him looking like a thoroughly scolded child. When they finally got to their goal he just looked dismayed by the whole thing. "Last time I tried I turned almost everything pink... and soapy."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:08 pm
"So just try again. You make mistakes. You try again. You ask for help. Hell, even just keep Noah company and see how he does it, and then maybe you wouldn't be waiting for whenever Noah has the time after work to clean. You are two grown men. You are in a relationship. The least you can do is show it by pulling your weight around your own dorm room. Learn to clean up so that when he comes home, he doesn't have to do it for you." He lectured, moving to sort things.
"Watch. You have colors. You have whites. You have bedding. You don't have dedicates unless you guys are wearing some weird lingerie and you better warn me before I even touch that." He picked up white socks and tossed those in one machine. He picked up a black shirt and tossed that in another machine. All the bedding was dumped into the other. "Arrange them around the center so that it's balanced when it spins. That way the machine doesn't jump around like it wants to tear itself from the bolts to get away. You can even wash shoes and whatever else have you once in a while by tossing them into a machine just check if the materials are okay to run through."
He stepped aside, hopping up on a washer and pouring himself a drink. "Show me you can do that." He informed him, waiting him to start sorting.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:19 pm
"Noah was upset," he was more upset that he ruined Noah's clothes than Noah was actually. But he remembered it as very distressing with both of them upset. Just like this time. "I... I do the trash," he couldn't even look at Melvin right now. Every bit of confidence he had was thoroughly sucked right out of him and it showed in the very slow and careful way he moved when Melvin finally thrust the reigns at him. He was still internally trying to figure out what even upset Melvin so much and until he figured it out he was just trying very hard not to do whatever it was again... actually he was too upset to even move and stopped with a shirt clutched in his hands. He couldn't even remember what Melvin had just said and was panicking. He dropped to the ground and straight up shut down in that moment, on the floor, with people staring. This made it even worse.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:31 pm
Melvin was drinking, and stared back to see Al just sitting there, holding a shirt and doing nothing.
He waited, taking another drink.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:41 pm
Al couldn't move, panic gripping him as the moment dragged on for what felt like eternity. He wanted to just leave but he felt stuck, frozen to the ground with this problem for an unacceptable amount of time. The shirt was black. Was black even a colour?
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:43 pm
"What are you doing, Al?" Melvin asked, confused.
He slid down, landing beside him to tap his shoulder. "Did you rip your pants?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:45 pm
Al just looked really really sad. "I can't do this," his voice weak and hoarse as if he was struggling with every fiber of his being not to cry.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:47 pm
"You can sort colors from whites? Are you serious?" He asked.
"And why are you squatting?"
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