New York | Tuesday Night
Percy was spending Tuesday night doing laundry. His laundry and Luke's laundry. Never again could anyone tell him that he wasn't a nice guy. Luke had a lot of freaking laundry but at least most of it was t-shirts and pants and nothing special that required a lot of finesse. Even Percy couldn't ruin the clothes, this way.
But still, laundry. He was a freaking demigod, a guy who could control the water like it was nothing and he was huffing and scowling at the fact that he was doing laundry. Luke had told him he couldn't just drop everything off at the dry cleaner and Percy didn't trust some of the sketchy laundromats and their drop off services. He worried that he'd get his clothes back splattered with blood or covered in soy sauce or something.
The clothes were finally done and Percy was just tossing them into the basket. He'd do the laundry but he sure as heck wasn't going to fold anything. He was going to leave that to his lovely boyfriend. It was his turn. Percy had done his nice thing for the year.
[NFB but open for the usual things]
But still, laundry. He was a freaking demigod, a guy who could control the water like it was nothing and he was huffing and scowling at the fact that he was doing laundry. Luke had told him he couldn't just drop everything off at the dry cleaner and Percy didn't trust some of the sketchy laundromats and their drop off services. He worried that he'd get his clothes back splattered with blood or covered in soy sauce or something.
The clothes were finally done and Percy was just tossing them into the basket. He'd do the laundry but he sure as heck wasn't going to fold anything. He was going to leave that to his lovely boyfriend. It was his turn. Percy had done his nice thing for the year.
[NFB but open for the usual things]