The fabric was crinkled, wet, and only half the size it had been. It probably wouldn't even fit Beansprout now, let alone Lenalee.
... Just who had washed his wool sweater? Some moron no doubt, but who? A exasperated 'tch' breathed out, he briskly walked towards the nearest garbage pile. No choice but to throw it away now.
"You're not planning to throw that away, are you?"
He gave a cool glance to whoever interrupted his train of thought, irritation starting to roll off of him in waves.
Reever stared back, giving a skeptical glance at the crumpled article of wet... something. Sweater maybe?
"What if I am."
"If that's the sweater that the General gave you, you can still try ironing it out."
Kanda blinked, giving the damp mass of wool another glance. ... Ironing? He thought he could get him to iron this?
"If you think I'm going to iron like some housewife--"
"H-hey, it was just a suggestion. The General spent a long time making those, if I remember it right."
Well he'd just make another one wouldn't he? He was always making something; he'd be happy to make him another sweater regardless of whether he requested one or not.
Nevertheless he found himself walking back to his room with an iron in one hand, a bucket of hot coal in the other, and a not-so-wet sweater draped across his arm.
If he messed this up, Reever was going to pay within an inch of his life.
Why-- Who had--
Shit.
The fabric was crinkled, wet, and only half the size it had been. It probably wouldn't even fit Beansprout now, let alone Lenalee.
... Just who had washed his wool sweater? Some moron no doubt, but who? A exasperated 'tch' breathed out, he briskly walked towards the nearest garbage pile. No choice but to throw it away now.
"You're not planning to throw that away, are you?"
He gave a cool glance to whoever interrupted his train of thought, irritation starting to roll off of him in waves.
Reever stared back, giving a skeptical glance at the crumpled article of wet... something. Sweater maybe?
"What if I am."
"If that's the sweater that the General gave you, you can still try ironing it out."
Kanda blinked, giving the damp mass of wool another glance. ... Ironing? He thought he could get him to iron this?
"If you think I'm going to iron like some housewife--"
"H-hey, it was just a suggestion. The General spent a long time making those, if I remember it right."
Well he'd just make another one wouldn't he? He was always making something; he'd be happy to make him another sweater regardless of whether he requested one or not.
Nevertheless he found himself walking back to his room with an iron in one hand, a bucket of hot coal in the other, and a not-so-wet sweater draped across his arm.
If he messed this up, Reever was going to pay within an inch of his life.
LOL I kinda want to write a sequel now XDD
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I'd love it if you wrote a sequel! ♥
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Haha one day, one day~ Kanda struggling with laundry is too much fun to ignore XD
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