Laundry room- Friday afternoon

[annieadderall]

Annie was multitasking. Baby Isabella had stopped with that random screaming thing she'd been doing earlier and progressed to full-on crying, which Annie couldn't stop her from doing. She'd heard of certain things that might help, though, so after leaving her laundry to finish washing earlier, she brought Isabella down, intending to put her on

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[rilla_myrilla]

Rilla had been trying to do laundry without success since Tuesday, and Jims was now stuck wearing clothing that was too large for him.

"Please tell me this is working now," she begged.

[annieadderall]

"I could if you want me to lie," she tried.

[rilla_myrilla]

Rilla looked extremely frustrated. "I'm this close to washing things in the sink or down in the pond or something."

She finally noticed the droid baby. "...who's that?"

[annieadderall]

"This is Isabella," Annie said.

Isabella screamed again.

"She's an Ethics assignment. I thought the dryer might calm her down and nope! Of course not."

[dollpocalypse]

After a long, hangovery day of enduring a droid crying and the horrible scent of fake droid vomit all over his pillow, newly-mohawked Topher took action.

That action was to stomp into the laundry room and fling his fake-vomit-stained Space Battles sheets and his droid baby onto the lid of a broken washer, then storm back out.

Quietly. Because ow.

Try not to laugh too hard, Annie.

[annieadderall]

For a moment Annie could only stare, because, well... because.

And then the laughing started.

And then it stopped, with a "WHAT ABOUT YOUR BABY?" called after him.