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route_10652016-04-19 12:08 pm
a_sin_for_him) wrote in route_10652016-04-19 12:08 pm
Lust Does Laundry
Who: Lust and Open
Where: Shark House and the streets of Goldenrod
When: April 19th
Summary: Lust attempts to start doing the things she usually pays other people to do for her. It doesn't go well.
Rating: PG
Log:
A. Shark House Basement
Lust has been home a handful of days. She's quiet, mostly keeping to herself and rousing herself for little beyond her Pokemon and Wrath.
Her laundry hamper is overflowing, though. Normally she sends her wash out. It's just easiest. But she can hear him, in her mind so clearly. "You have a washer and dryer downstairs. Why don't you do your own wash?". Because she didn't have to, has always been the answer. And she still doesn't, but...
Somehow, all those little chores and responsibilities Scar spent so long gently (and not so gently) urged her to do for herself seem strangely and painfully important. It doesn't even matter, he can't care or worry about her anymore. And yet...
She drags the whole mess down to the washer and dryer. This can't be difficult, she's relatively certain even Henry knows how to do a load of wash. Just...shove everything into the machine, pour soap and water in, turn it on. How difficult could it be?
Fifteen minutes later, Lust is regretting her decision. Something has gone horribly wrong. At first the rattling and rumbling noises the machine had made hadn't been too upsetting. But then something had burst somewhere and the door loosened and thick, wet suds began frothing forth.
She was attempting to wrestle it away from the wall and unplug it when it started to smoke.
"How can it be both flooding and on fire?"
B. Outside in Goldenrod
The washer was done for. Sitting on the curb next to the busted appliance, Lust isn't sure whether she feels more embarrassed, guilty, or angry. She's sopping wet, still, which only makes her angrier and guiltier. She's wearing one of Scar's shirts and now it's drenched and smells like detergent and smoke.
It's tempting to call someone to haul the thing away, but Lust's misplaced and fierce determination to take care of herself overrides that idea. She has a handcart. She has two perfectly good legs and a strong back, she can haul the thing away herself. It's her mess, after all.
And so she does. Drenched in washer effluence, wearing her slippers, her braid straggling and soaked, she starts to pull the broken washer along the sidewalk, Guttle rolling confusedly along with her. There's bound to be a dump or shop she can take it to....
Where: Shark House and the streets of Goldenrod
When: April 19th
Summary: Lust attempts to start doing the things she usually pays other people to do for her. It doesn't go well.
Rating: PG
Log:
A. Shark House Basement
Lust has been home a handful of days. She's quiet, mostly keeping to herself and rousing herself for little beyond her Pokemon and Wrath.
Her laundry hamper is overflowing, though. Normally she sends her wash out. It's just easiest. But she can hear him, in her mind so clearly. "You have a washer and dryer downstairs. Why don't you do your own wash?". Because she didn't have to, has always been the answer. And she still doesn't, but...
Somehow, all those little chores and responsibilities Scar spent so long gently (and not so gently) urged her to do for herself seem strangely and painfully important. It doesn't even matter, he can't care or worry about her anymore. And yet...
She drags the whole mess down to the washer and dryer. This can't be difficult, she's relatively certain even Henry knows how to do a load of wash. Just...shove everything into the machine, pour soap and water in, turn it on. How difficult could it be?
Fifteen minutes later, Lust is regretting her decision. Something has gone horribly wrong. At first the rattling and rumbling noises the machine had made hadn't been too upsetting. But then something had burst somewhere and the door loosened and thick, wet suds began frothing forth.
She was attempting to wrestle it away from the wall and unplug it when it started to smoke.
"How can it be both flooding and on fire?"
B. Outside in Goldenrod
The washer was done for. Sitting on the curb next to the busted appliance, Lust isn't sure whether she feels more embarrassed, guilty, or angry. She's sopping wet, still, which only makes her angrier and guiltier. She's wearing one of Scar's shirts and now it's drenched and smells like detergent and smoke.
It's tempting to call someone to haul the thing away, but Lust's misplaced and fierce determination to take care of herself overrides that idea. She has a handcart. She has two perfectly good legs and a strong back, she can haul the thing away herself. It's her mess, after all.
And so she does. Drenched in washer effluence, wearing her slippers, her braid straggling and soaked, she starts to pull the broken washer along the sidewalk, Guttle rolling confusedly along with her. There's bound to be a dump or shop she can take it to....
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It's what he would have wanted.
"I said I would do it, I will do it. I don't need to be taken care of, by person or Pokemon, you let go of my handcart!"
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After about four seconds of paralyzed silence, Godzilla drops the cart like it's a hot potato, eyes still wide as dinnerplates. Heather doesn't, but it's more likely that it's because she's completely stunned than out of desire to disobey.
No one says anything.