itp: laundry

[bookoverflowers]

[so in the fabled Canadian Consulate, there are laundry facilities. in these laundry facilities there is one pretty Japanese boy, one slightly-less-pretty Japanese girl, and a pile of dirty laundry. said pretty Japanese boy is sorting the laundry]

Like this, Makino?

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[weedoverflowers]

Mm-hm! Just make sure you don't have any red clothing in the white pile, otherwise everything's going to turn pink!

[bookoverflowers]

Mm. That would be bad.

[picking out colored clothes and putting in a separate pile. these are plainly not mine]

[weedoverflowers]

[holding out one of Domyoji's hideous raccoon-fur-collared jackets]

And I don't even know what to do with this... where does he get this kind of clothing anyway?!

[bookoverflowers]

[oh, but here is where I can be helpful! taking it and searching around the collar for the little buttons that hold the fur on, and unbuttoning the collar]

Here and there.

[weedoverflowers]

Thanks, Hanazawa Rui! I guess this one we'll just have to wash this by hand or something.

[picking up a pair of white underwear--]

[weedoverflowers]

[--and dropping it askgdsadfsdf .////.]

T-This is yours, i-isn't it? You... you should handle this pile.

[bookoverflowers]

[pffffft]

Of course.

[lalala sorting don't mind that this isn't all my underwear]

[weedoverflowers]

You're doing a great job, Hanazawa Rui--!

[weedoverflowers]

[wait. are those. my. panties.]

[weedoverflowers]

[SD:LKGFJSD:GLSKDJGLDSJG ./////////.]

[weedoverflowers]

[SD:LSKJDGLSJGD DASHING IN TO GRAB THOSE]

O-OH! A-Actually, I changed my mind! I'll do this pile! HAHAHA!

[bookoverflowers]

[has already tossed a pair or two into the whites pile]

Eeh?

[weedoverflowers]

[askjfhadksg STEERING YOU AWAY FROM MY CLOTHING orz]

Y-You can do F4's pile of clothing over here!

[bookoverflowers]

Makino is being very strange.

[but sorting F4's laundry instead. you weirdo]

[weedoverflowers]

[but you still love me right >: ]

N-No, I'm not. I'm the same as always!

[bookoverflowers]

[well duh]

You're being nervous. They're just clothes.