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Chris scavenged through the trunk of clothing he'd found and pulled out an atrocious pair of running shorts. He held them out, his now crinkling in scrutiny. They looked like they'd fit. Just barely. They'd have to do for now anyway. He slid behind a corner and quickly changed out of his jeans and underwear and into the shorts. It was only a temporary thing he assured himself and in a couple hours he'd be back in his own newly-clean jeans and t-shirt. Two days spent building and sweating in the hot sun had made him and the clothing smell rank and it was about time he did something about it, if only to get Lennox to shut the hell up about it.
He threw his clothes into the washing machine, made sure everything was set properly and then hit start.
And then... well. Minus the mustache, he looked like some kind of 70s porn star in the damn shorts, but he wasn't about to spend hours hanging out with household appliances.
He swallowed his pride and made his way to the main area of the compound. He'd seen a bookshelf up there earlier, he could probably grab something to read for an hour or two at least.
[OOC: Open to all, even the ones who want to make fun of him for the clothing. Maybe slowish because work is eating my soul, unfortunately. Sigh.]
He threw his clothes into the washing machine, made sure everything was set properly and then hit start.
And then... well. Minus the mustache, he looked like some kind of 70s porn star in the damn shorts, but he wasn't about to spend hours hanging out with household appliances.
He swallowed his pride and made his way to the main area of the compound. He'd seen a bookshelf up there earlier, he could probably grab something to read for an hour or two at least.
[OOC: Open to all, even the ones who want to make fun of him for the clothing. Maybe slowish because work is eating my soul, unfortunately. Sigh.]