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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:52 pm
He stared at Melvin while lowering the shirt into his lap. He definitely looked serious about this. "Melvin," his voice not in the least bit calm. Everything but ******** calm. "What did I do?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:54 pm
Melvin just took a sip from his cup and looked down. "So far you just sat on the floor staring at a shirt. So - nothing." He said, frowning.
"Why are you on the floor again?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:57 pm
"Then why are you so mad at me?" His voice rising to almost shrill by the end of his own question, unable to answer Melvin's.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 3:01 pm
"Because you are a grown-a** man with a boyfriend who has been doing your laundry because you don't know how to do it. And I'm done being upset. I was just pissed I thought some chick was you because you didn't even know where this room was, proving you haven't done laundry in ages." He said, taking another sip.
"Why are you upset?" He leaned over and picked up the other cup, pouring some to drink and giving it to Al. "Can you please stand up?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 3:05 pm
"I'm upset because you're upset and I can't ******** hear you when you're upset and I..." his voice was increasing in rate and pitch until it trailed off and he took the cup and downed it in one toss as if he was dying of thirst in the desert and this was all he had. His body leaning slightly to one side as he took a loud deep breath. Blinked. Then looked at Melvin, "- you think I look like a woman?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 3:08 pm
"From behind." He said, offering his hand.
"Let's do this step by step, since you can't handle a simple shirt." He stepped over Al to the other side and picked up a shirt. "Come on now."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 3:24 pm
"It's black," Al pointed out while taking the offered hand and pulling himself up with Melvin's weight to ground him. "Black isn't a colour." It also wasn't white. It was black.
He pressed his palms into his eyes, rubbing them and then blinking again making sure any budding tears were squelched for sure.
"I can handle a shirt when my instructor isn't being a complete ******** c**t about their instructions on what to do with it." He still followed Melvin and watched, definitely more comfortable this time.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 3:39 pm
"So what if I'm a c**t. At least I know how to do laundry and my instructions were simple. Color in this case is anything that isn't white. We are putting bleach in the whites which will turn everything else white if we dump it in there or stain the whites if it's colors. Get it."
He picked up a blue shirt. "Color." He tossed it in. He picked up a pair of jeans. "Color." He tossed it in. He picked up a white undershirt. "White." He tossed it into the other machine. "Get the point now?"
He started to help him sort. "Need another drink?" He asked, wondering why he was getting teary-eyed over what he was saying. "Thought you'd have some sort of thick skin working under Rep."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 4:27 pm
Al glared at Melvin, he didn't want to talk about it. "I'm ******** tough." He grabbed a white pair of underwear and flicked it in white then black socks - colours. It didn't feel so horrible when Melvin was actually joining in. Even if he was still a maaaaaaaasssssive a*****e about it, he was less of a massive a*****e now.
"Yes, ******** yes," he said to the drink offer. "Drinking was all I ******** even wanted."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 4:44 pm
He moved over, reaching behind Al to grab the bottle and then poured more into his glass and topped off his.
"I know. I'm surprised you'd even want me over to do this."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 5:28 pm
"To drink? Why wouldn't I want you over for drinks?" He nursed this cup a bit more carefully, already feeling its effects flooding his bloodstream.
Red shirt, colours, blue jeans colours, more underwear - whites. Noah had a lot more underwear than he thought.
"What is your like.... thing with cleaning anyway?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 5:39 pm
He took another sip from his cup before putting in on the washing machine above the coin dispenser. Reaching in, he started with his own rhythm of sorting through the loads.
"It was a way for me to handle seeing shadows among other things. My life was very chaotic for a child. I would spend a lot of time up late at night locked in my room with nothing to do. This was before cellphones of course. So I spent a lot of time doing my homework in advance and studying, because i was usually asleep in class, and cleaning. It keep me occupied on being productive instead of listening to every creek in the hallway that might be coming for my family. It was also a way to make my parents happy by helping around instead of a burden by being a nutcase. Medication and therapy was expensive."
He closed one washing and opened another for another load of colors, taking another sip from his cup. "Now I just like it. It's calming for me. I can't be in a messy place. It makes me anxious."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 5:50 pm
Al looked thoughtful as he considered this. He'd never known any of that about Melvin, really. "I just got mad," he pointed out while shoving the whites, basically full of Noah's underpants and their collective socks, back into the machine so he could close it. "Any more whites?" he asked eyeing the basket over.
"I tried to fight the creatures and accidentally broke things and.. it scared my parents." He looked down and clarified, "I scared my parents."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 6:05 pm
"Mine were always more afraid for me than about what a child could do. I only started seeing then before I was a teenager. By the time I was old enough to cause real damage, I already started hiding it and letting the medication try it's best." He said, looking over into the basket. "No you're good. Here. Put this in." He handed over the bleach for him. "Just read the back for how much you need in a large load." He said, pointing before he pulled out some laundry pods and tossed them into the machines along with some fabric softener. Closing them, he turned them on.
Hoping up on one to sit, he took his glass and looked over at Al's machine to help supervise. "I never tried to fight them. I tried to build up the courage, but by the time I ever went near them, I would run. The most I could do was toss rocks at them and hope they would not follow."
"How old were you?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 6:20 pm
"Ehh, pretty young actually.. like... nine? Ten?... I think?... It was a slow build. I don't honestly remember a time when I didn't see... stuff... I just didn't really take them seriously until like ... fifteen? I want to say I was fifteen."
He turned the jug around and read the back. It didn't really say how to add it though, just not to mix it with ammonia and the amount which he measured out rather precisely and then looked to Melvin for help. "Do I just dump this in?"
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