Practice Log

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Who: Apollo & Eros
What: A little run-in
Where: The laundromat
When: Laundry time!!!
Warnings: Maybe some rusty writing?

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[heliosrising]

It was one of those mornings. Where Apollo woke up and stalked half naked around his apartment picking up whatever articles of clothing that had been left about the previous night and tossing them into his wicker laundry basket and then stalking down the hall to Artemis' door and nudging the door open with his hip. He toss in his clothing into her machine after properly sorting them by darks, colors and whites. He would then lounge around the apartment trying to pry at his sister as much as he pleased until his clothing was done

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He swore softly under his breath and checked the area for a change machine-- it was on the other side of the room. That's practical.

He trudged sluggishly to the wall opposite and slipped in a five euro note, smiling faintly as the change fell, without even really knowing why. The reason hit him about three seconds later, as he became aware of a soft voice very near him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw pretty much the most beautiful thing he never thought he'd witness: Apollo, looking simply beautiful, not a care in the world, the sun bouncing off of the white clothing he was dropping into the machine, perfectly illuminating his face. Eros' lips parted in awe for a total of two seconds, before he righted himself and stuffed the change into his pocket.

Walking over to the other side of the room, he "accidentally" bumped Apollo's darks to the sticky (with what, Eros did not want to know) linoleum floor. "Oops!"

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"Er-" The note was caught in this throat and cut off when someone knocked his darks to the floor with as little as a meager little opps. Annoyance quickly flew across his face and he turned around to reprimand the person. (This was the very reason Apollo usually refused to go to such places. It was disgusting here.) "Watch where-"

He blinked. "Eros...?" The words of annoyance fluttered away as he simply crossed his arms and sighed. His sandal against the linoleum gave a tap tap tap. "Always making me pick something up, aren't you?" He huffed again, bending to start picking up his things.

Eros always had a habit of showing up out of the blue like this.

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"One of my many great talents," he smiled cheekily, joining Apollo in his task of returning the dirty clothes to the basket. "Nice to see you out and about, Apollo. It's been a little while."

This was said playfully, but with a subtle note of sincerity. Truth be told, although partying and socializing was all well and good...he missed having something under his skin, something to keep his blood boiling. Though it was rather peculiar to meet Apollo at this particular location: the well off typically didn't bother with coin-operated washers, from Eros' knowledge of the world. "Why are you here, though? Certainly you have your own machine at home..."

[heliosrising]

Although his clothing was even more dirty now then they already were, Apollo was fine with picking up each piece and tossing it back into his basket. The warm presence of the younger one beside him (Obviously, just as up in his personal space as usual, no matter how casual he made himself act.) was oddly welcomed this early in the morning. He didn't admit it to himself that he felt this way.

"My sister had no laundry soap left. I use hers cause it's her power and water I'm using." Apollo replied coolly, giving a slight devious smirk that was reserved for mention of his sister only.

Reaching to toss his last article of clothing into the machine, he shut the lid and stared quizzically at the new machine before setting it. "What's your story? Do you knock everyone's clothing to the floor as a side hobby?"

Eros looked somewhat homely right now. The way someone would look if they'd just gotten up from a sleep, entirely not picture perfect. Disheveled, half awake, and dressed in whatever was left int he closet. It almost made him want