Laundry Room, Saturday morning-noonish
Sky was sitting cross-legged in a chair he'd pulled in front of the 3 washers he had going, reading a book and waiting for said washers to be done so he could dry his clothes, and his... somewhat-soiled bedsheets.
He was clad in only a pair of boxers and a tight red t-shirt.
No, he normally wasn't one of those kinds of people, but his laundry had piled up on him without him really noticing, and he found to his dismay that he didn't have any clean pants when going to change them after Eddie the seagull handwavily crapped on them. He'd been too irritated to handle the problem last night, so there he was this morning, washing his clothes.
In boxers. And a tight red t-shirt.
[Open in case you'd have any reason to stumble upon Sky in the laundry room, la~]
He was clad in only a pair of boxers and a tight red t-shirt.
No, he normally wasn't one of those kinds of people, but his laundry had piled up on him without him really noticing, and he found to his dismay that he didn't have any clean pants when going to change them after Eddie the seagull handwavily crapped on them. He'd been too irritated to handle the problem last night, so there he was this morning, washing his clothes.
In boxers. And a tight red t-shirt.
[Open in case you'd have any reason to stumble upon Sky in the laundry room, la~]