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[ Characters ] Gilbert Nightray, Jack Vessalius (& Oz Vessalius? Yes? No?)
[ Location ] Their laundry room. :|b Srsly.
[ Date/Time ] S-Say early afternoon.
[ Warning ] Shouldn't be too scary, I'm sure.
[ Content ] Jack wants to know how to do laundry, okay. :| So he tracked Gil down.
He hadn't been joking when he'd told Oz that the last time he'd tried helping with laundry, he'd ruined a batch of his brother's best white shirts and the servant in charge had yelled at him and beaned him over the head with a laundry basket. Granted, that had been a long time ago, and he figured maybe he wasn't traumatized enough by the experience that he wouldn't mind trying it again. So he'd waited until it was laundry time and he'd hunted Gil down.
Which was where he was now, flouncing down the stairs to the laundry room, ponytail (instead of his signature braid) bouncing as he hopped from the last stair to the floor. "Gil!" Was it suddenly brighter in the room? Jack seemed to be a little ray of sunshine no matter where he went. --The painted oyster was nowhere in sight, so evidently he'd left it to chatter to the mirror in his room.
"Teach me to do laundry!"
[ Location ] Their laundry room. :|b Srsly.
[ Date/Time ] S-Say early afternoon.
[ Warning ] Shouldn't be too scary, I'm sure.
[ Content ] Jack wants to know how to do laundry, okay. :| So he tracked Gil down.
He hadn't been joking when he'd told Oz that the last time he'd tried helping with laundry, he'd ruined a batch of his brother's best white shirts and the servant in charge had yelled at him and beaned him over the head with a laundry basket. Granted, that had been a long time ago, and he figured maybe he wasn't traumatized enough by the experience that he wouldn't mind trying it again. So he'd waited until it was laundry time and he'd hunted Gil down.
Which was where he was now, flouncing down the stairs to the laundry room, ponytail (instead of his signature braid) bouncing as he hopped from the last stair to the floor. "Gil!" Was it suddenly brighter in the room? Jack seemed to be a little ray of sunshine no matter where he went. --The painted oyster was nowhere in sight, so evidently he'd left it to chatter to the mirror in his room.
"Teach me to do laundry!"