Feb 09, 2011 17:03
[Nani is in the Hoover Hall laundry room, staring in mild terror at a lumpy, misshapen thing in her hands.
It's her sweater. Her one and only sweater. Her scarf, hat, and mittens have suffered a similar fate. The scarf has morphed into something obscene looking, and has been stuffed into a trashcan.
She has no idea what has happened. She washed her clothes according to the directions on the machines. What. The. Hell. Now her warm things are unwearable. And it's snowing.
Then she sees the tag on the sweater-thing.]
100% WOOL. DRY CLEAN ONLY.
[Sob.]
p: nani,
r: snow white,
r: flint lockwood,
r: kida