ONE HUNDRED SIX

[tehpuck]

[Voice Post | | Accidental]

[Some absentminded mumbling...] Vel frigo pluo? Minime, illiud...

Quod tunc... [And, finally, the City's translator kicks in:]

No, no, a cold shower. Definitely best.

[/Voice Post | | Accidental]

I'm sure someone must know how to rid an apartment of wet dog smell. Because I cannot take much more of this.

[ooc Plz

Comments

[luthored]

...Maybe you'd be better off just getting a different apartment.

1/2

[tehpuck]

[tehpuck]

No.

[luthored]

Well then I guess you'll just have to slap on the rubber gloves and start scrubbing. I never pictured you as the type to actually work, though.

[tehpuck]

...another no. Do you have anything to say worthy of merit, Ms Lang?

[luthored]

Hire a maid. And try not to sexually harass her.

1/2

[tehpuck]

[tehpuck]

...No more maids.

[luthored]

...Childhood trauma?

1/3

[tehpuck]

Recent trauma, I think if it were childhood, I'd not remember it any longer.

2/3

[tehpuck]

...you know, you could always-...

[tehpuck]

...No.

Nevermind.

1/2

[luthored]

I'm not putting on a french maid outfit and cleaning your apartment for you.

[luthored]

But I wouldn't mind helping you clean it. What are friends for, after all?

[tehpuck]

...No, no. I'd best be alone, right now. The dog is too much, already.

But thank you.

[luthored]

Why do you have a wet dog anyway?