MCA Laundry Room, Thursday afternoon
The rapidly approaching end of semester, and considerations for the upcoming summer term, had occupied most of Mohinder's attention. Trying to mark his class' finals had not gone well; his concentration had lapsed, drifting in any and all directions.
Mohinder - clashing in orange and grey, and that by choice - had grabbed a basket of clothes and carried it downstairs, nudging the laundry door open with an elbow. He dropped his burden with a clatter, knees a little damp as he knelt to fill the machine.
A clunk of a closed lid, a twisted dial and Mohinder hopped up onto a nearby machine, feet swinging out of rhythm.
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Mohinder - clashing in orange and grey, and that by choice - had grabbed a basket of clothes and carried it downstairs, nudging the laundry door open with an elbow. He dropped his burden with a clatter, knees a little damp as he knelt to fill the machine.
A clunk of a closed lid, a twisted dial and Mohinder hopped up onto a nearby machine, feet swinging out of rhythm.
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