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[dontcallmehero]

[ Characters ] Gilbert Nightray, Jack Vessalius (& Oz Vessalius? Yes? No?)
[ Location ] Their laundry room. :|b Srsly.
[ Date/Time ] S-Say early afternoon.
[ Warning ] Shouldn't be too scary, I'm sure.
[ Content ] Jack wants to know how to do laundry, okay. :| So he tracked Gil down.

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[faithfulloyalty]

His black coat had been abandoned and left properly hung on a coat rack, leaving him with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up back his elbows. He had been down in the laundry room, sorting the laundry into their respective piles. Lights, whites and darks for the time being. Hearing a familiar voice calling his name, he looked up from his task and almost felt the sense of dread that accompanied the smile that he had whenever Jack came around

[dontcallmehero]

Oh, Gil, never doubt Jack's ability to make something that should be easy into an ordeal that somehow ends with him falling out of a tree, falling into a puddle or pond, or.. being a derp in general.

Thankfully, he seemed to master the art of separating clothes rather quickly, practically vibrating with energy and moving around restlessly. "Oz was talking about helping to clean the house, and I remembered that laundry is one of the things I never quite learned from the Vessalius servants," he admitted with a bright smile up at the other man, ponytail swaying a little as he reached to separate the piles a little more. "I don't think my eldest brother ever quite forgave me for ruining his favourite shirt."

[faithfulloyalty]

This could only end in disaster. Thankfully Gil had high hopes, though, and was placing trust and confidence in Jack's ability to learn correctly. "I don't think that I can imagine oz cleaning." ...not that he'd even allow such a thing, anyway. It wasn't Oz's job to clean. It also wasn't Jack's job to do the laundry, but he couldn't turn the man away.

"We'll start with the dark colours." It was a subtle way of heading off any potential disasters involving the whites as Gilbert really didn't have any desire to be stuck with a pink shirt. He went about showing Jack how to measure out the proper amount of soap. "Why don't you put the soap in and I'll take care of the clothes."

[dontcallmehero]

Well, clearly that wasn't enough soap for such a big load. How was a tiny little capful supposed to wash all those clothes? No, a second was definitely necessary. So in went the first, then he poured a second and dumped that in, too. Down went the lid, and after Gil showed him how, he turned it on the appropriate settings and let it go.

"Well, that was easy," he decided, planting both hands on his hips and looking rather satisfied. Granted, it didn't include the drying and folding and putting away, but-- one step at a time.

Glancing up at Gil, he offered a beaming smile. "I think Oz would be pretty good at cleaning once he got the hang of it. I used to help the servants out sometimes."