Laundry Room - Wednesday Night

[weetinyreese]

As far as Kyle knew, he was leaving in less than a week. There was no real need to do laundry. It wasn't like he'd be taking all of his clothes home with him. He had a list though - a list of things he wanted to do in Fandom before he went home. Conquering the laundry room was the next on the list

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[noearsyet]

"..Tisn't goin' t'work," George pointed out from his comfy perch on a table. The battle-watching was ways enjoyable.

[weetinyreese]

"This is what it was made for," Kyle replied. He was using his elbow to try to pry the washer door open.

[noearsyet]

"Aye, but it hates ye," he replied. "Mayhap y'should use a lever. For th'leverage."

[weetinyreese]

"I don't want to break school property," he said, yanking his arm out before it got crushed. The machine had a surprising amount of strength. "Again."

[noearsyet]

"Not like they never cared before," George pointed out, jumping off the table to go help (finally). "You want me t'try t'hold it up?"

[weetinyreese]

"Try putting this shirt in there," Kyle suggested. He tossed the shirt at George and took a few steps away from the machine.

[noearsyet]

George snatched the shirt out of the air and went to open the lid of the washing machine.

And then he tried again. "Hey! 'M not Kyle Get over it."

[weetinyreese]

"Try putting your shirt in," he said, standing back even further.

[noearsyet]

"If ye tell me t'put my pants in next, I'm goin' t'want dinner first," he teased, grinning over at Kyle.

With a shake of his head, he pulled off his shirt and tried to open the washing machine...and almost threw himself across the room when it opened with barely any strength at all.

[weetinyreese]

Kyle smiled for a moment, then leapt into action. He shoved a handful of clothes into the washer and pulled his hand away as fast as he could.

[noearsyet]

Finally getting what Kyle wanted, George hung onto to the lid with all his strength, trying to keep it from snapping back onto Kyle's hands - or clothes.

"Yer smarter than ye look sometimes, Reese," George joked.

[weetinyreese]

The machine took the opportunity to spit the clothes back out at Kyle. A dirty sock landed on his head. Kyle was very unimpressed.

"You spoke too soon, George."

[noearsyet]

"...Mithros' balls," he cursed, leaning down to look into the laundry machine. "Ye don' have a tongue! How d'ye spit things out?" George complained then yelped in pain as the machine slammed its lid back down on George's head.

[weetinyreese]

"You see what I've been dealing with?" Finally, someone understood.

[noearsyet]

"It didn' hate me afore!" George complained, kicking the machine in the side for a resounding clang.

[weetinyreese]

"It's probably because you're with me. We've had," he glanced at the washer, "issues since I got here."