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 Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:28 pm
Inside the laundry room a tie-dyed dog was humming along to some pop song as she folded delicates. Her tail swayed from side to side with each hip pop, her toes flexing out on the cool flooring. Cotton Sock opened the hatches of three washing machines and filled them generously with the good stuff before turning around on the tower behind her. At least a dozen laundry baskets were filled to the brim with her roommate's clothes.
She smiled. Her talents were limited and if she could help the ones who were forced to pick up the slack she would. Plus, laundry was fun! If only today were sheet day then she could wrap up in the warm blankets all she liked. Society generally didn't accept the technologically challenged, but here among detergents and tube socks she felt at home.
Cotton Sock cracked open a fresh bottle of fabric softener and inhaled deeply, rising up on her tip toes with eyes rolling back in her head. The simple pleasures in life were intoxicating.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:45 pm
Not too far down the hallway, a purple and white dog was making his way towards the laundry room. As he walked, his hips swayed rhythmically, his long fluffy tail bouncing around his legs as he sashayed down the hall.
His cheerfulness had absolutely nothing to do with his current activity, as he was hoisting a blue plastic laundry basket heavily laden with dirty clothing. It bounced against the hip that it was held against as he danced, the occasional sock bounding out without him noticing.
Truth be told, the dog had never done laundry before. It had always been taken care of by his roommate, Anas; Anas, however, had recently taken a vacation to visit his family for the holidays, leaving Turner with all of the housework. This was certainly going to be an adventure...
Still swaying to the tune playing only in his head, he twirled into the laundry room.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:08 pm
When she'd filled three machines up to full capacity, Cotton Sock sat down in one of the plastic bucket chairs and pulled a basket of warm towels up next to her. Her head still bopped along with the music as she folded them up.
A while ago when Itly's kits were still young one or two of them might come in with her to help out. Of course, they never actually worked and just played around, but it helped with the silence between songs. Now that they were all grown they had their own chores to attend to.
With a sigh, she turned over her shoulder to grab a drink of her soda and saw the new comer. She hadn't had much experience talking to the males of her species, so it was surprise to see him sashay into the room like he owned it. Then again, she might just give it to him. "Hello."
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