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Who: Brian Slade, Baby, OPEN.
Where: The laundry rooom, where it all goes down, and round and round.
When: After Pollux has gone :(
What: He's sitting alone, staring at his jacket, and then the machine. This.. seemed self-explanitory.
Warnings: Excessive emo? No, idk. Nada.
Brian had been sadly disillusioned to think someone in his life might actually be sticking around for a while. Maybe he should have married Pollux, not that it had done Brian and Mandy any good.
And now there was oatmeal all over his jacket. He sighed, pulling it off as he entered the laundry room. It was quiet, dark. Kind of creepy. He wasn't a fan. And, belatedly, he realized, he wasn't versed in the ways of these machines.
He had always had his laundry done for him. Brian dropped his jacket from his defeatist grip, sliding to the floor to accompany the lonely article.
Where: The laundry rooom, where it all goes down, and round and round.
When: After Pollux has gone :(
What: He's sitting alone, staring at his jacket, and then the machine. This.. seemed self-explanitory.
Warnings: Excessive emo? No, idk. Nada.
Brian had been sadly disillusioned to think someone in his life might actually be sticking around for a while. Maybe he should have married Pollux, not that it had done Brian and Mandy any good.
And now there was oatmeal all over his jacket. He sighed, pulling it off as he entered the laundry room. It was quiet, dark. Kind of creepy. He wasn't a fan. And, belatedly, he realized, he wasn't versed in the ways of these machines.
He had always had his laundry done for him. Brian dropped his jacket from his defeatist grip, sliding to the floor to accompany the lonely article.