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[givesgoodoroo]

[near the laundry mat, there is a boy staring a note that has been attached to a fairly large pile of laundry:]

Dear Himura Kenshin,

Camp virus or not, you're not allowed to fall back on your duties. ♥ Please have these washed by sunset tomorrow.

The Management

. . . this is ridiculous.

(Aaaaand we out! I'll pick up any old and new threads

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[heartmaidofgold]

Ah, Kenshin-san! Let me help with that!

[givesgoodoroo]

-- ah. If you'd like.

[heartmaidofgold]

[Staaaaaare]

Something is different about Kenshin-san today...

[givesgoodoroo]

. . .

[touch_fayth]

Are you the camp laundry-washer?

[givesgoodoroo]

When I am older, apparently.

[touch_fayth]

You de-aged?

[givesgoodoroo]

[shrugs]

Is that what it is called?

[dotdotdotdammit]

[out here folding laundry. angrily :|]

[givesgoodoroo]

[glances over and pauses, eyes glancing over Kurogane's sword for a brief moment]

. . .

[dotdotdotdammit]

[it's chillin' 8) he folds a shirt in a violent manner.]

What?

[givesgoodoroo]

[shakes his head. resumes the scrubbing of his own laundry]

Mm, nothing.