038 ± [visual | location: 14th floor laundry] washed the dirt off our intentions

[justaddmarbles]

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

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[vampbogeyman]

Anita couldn't help smirking at the scene that was being shown on her tablet.

"Let me guess. Mixed your colors with your whites?"

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[justaddmarbles]

"Yeah. Again." Sigh. "I-I've gotta stop trying to do this without supervision, it doesn't usually end well."

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[vampbogeyman]

Oh, dear. So this was a recurring problem.

"Laundry's tricky that way. Always double-check when you separate, helps cut down on this kind of... incident."

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[justaddmarbles]

One among many, yes.

"I did, o-or I think I did. It must've snuck in, or just been under something." The world will never know. Glitch frowned and absently turned the shirt over in his hands. "At it doesn't have a hole in it, that would be worse."

Optimism: thinking of bad things that could have happened and being grateful that they didn't.

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[vampbogeyman]

At least he was trying to look on the bright side. She had to give him credit for that.

"Yeah... that would be worse. You might be able to do something about it with some bleach, but... usually this kind of thing is for keeps. If it's any consolation, it's not a bad shade of grayish-blue."

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[justaddmarbles]

It was a defense mechanism cultivated over a decade of the not bright side being...well, unbearable. It served him well, in any event.

"Hmm," Glitch remarked and held up the shirt for more inspection, considering Anita's assessment. "No, it's not. And and it might go nice with her eyes. She wears it more than me these days, anyway."

There's a chance he might have started talking to himself somewhere in all that.

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[vampbogeyman]

Oh. New gender pronoun on the scene. Alright, then.

"She?" Anita asked simply, interest piqued.

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[justaddmarbles]

"Yeah." Behold, Anita, Glitch's dreamy-besotted smile. "DG. She's...the lady I love."

That's the compromise he came up with to keep from calling a princess of the Royal House of Gale his girlfriend.

"She wears it more than I do," he repeated in an effort to refocus. "Or she did, we'll see how she likes it now."

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[vampbogeyman]

"I see." Sharing clothes? That was cute. She had borrowed Richard's shirts for herself on more than once occasion.

"Well, if it brings out her eyes like you said, I'm sure she'll love it. What girl could say no to that?"

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[justaddmarbles]

They are indeed the very embodiment of adorableness.

"You're right," Glitch replied with a firm nod. "That's...thanks, I I won't worry so mucy about it, then."