038 ± [visual | location: 14th floor laundry] washed the dirt off our intentions
Another careless chucking of the tablet, another free show from the resident headcase. This time he's in the laundry room, wearing a red and black striped tank top, charcoal gray sweatpants, and a very dismayed expression. Clearly something has gone wrong in his world.
"Oh cripes!" Glitch declares and holds up a garment that looks like it has been clumsily tie-dyed in shades of blueish lavender. Once upon a time (roughly forty minutes ago) the shirt had been a nice eggshell color. After being accidentally bundled into the wash with his new blue robe, however... not so much.
"This...I...cripes!"
ooc: laundry party post, I guess! feel free to harass Glitch or engage in other clothes-cleaning shenanigans.
"Oh cripes!" Glitch declares and holds up a garment that looks like it has been clumsily tie-dyed in shades of blueish lavender. Once upon a time (roughly forty minutes ago) the shirt had been a nice eggshell color. After being accidentally bundled into the wash with his new blue robe, however... not so much.
"This...I...cripes!"
ooc: laundry party post, I guess! feel free to harass Glitch or engage in other clothes-cleaning shenanigans.