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.
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This mess is getting high; but we'll be just fine. )