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[reunified]

who ; reunified & notyourchauffer
what ; Laundry. Cleaning. Similar domestic horrors.
where ; Deadhaus.
when ; some...time...
warning(s) ; Nnn.

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[notyourchauffer]

"Isaac? Alejandro? I brought you guys a house-warming-and-new-room-mate-welcoming g- oh..." This is definitely not what Skyfire expected.

The whole place is...

Is actually presentable! Did he enter the wrong home?

"Hello?" He finds Altman in the other room, poking his head through the doorway.

"Oh! Hello, Mister Altman!" the former shuttle smiles brightly, holding up a plate of cookies, "Would you like a cookie? They're oatmeal-walnut! They're also vegan! Isn't that exciting?"

He wanders right up, not even asking why Altman was in the engineer's house seemingly uninvited... or why he was sorting their laundry.

"Wow, did you do all this?" he asks, setting the plate down and standing akimbo to take in the whole room.

"Gosh, you've really done a wonderful job. Do you want some help?"

[reunified]

Altman glances up in the middle of holding up two mismatched socks, freezing like a deer in the headlights. Normally he wouldn't be bothered--he'd just pretend it was completely normal to be standing in another person's apartment, handling their clothes, but he's caught off guard by the sudden barrage of questions and the general exuberance.

He flounders for a moment, then finally blinks and finds his voice again.

"Oh--I. Sure? Thanks? If you want to?"

He realizes he's still standing there, holding up a pair of socks up to the light like he's comparing paint chips, and he abruptly drops them back down into the pile.

"I stopped by and no one was here so I thought I'd clean up a bit and. Uh. Got carried away? It was kind of a sty in here."

Right. Totally a legitimate excuse. Altman turns back to the pile and starts aimlessly rummaging through it, more to keep his hands busy than anything else.

"...Are you any good at matching socks?"

[notyourchauffer]

"Yeah, they do kind of live rather. Carefree..." The former shuttle laughs nervously and steps over to the pile of laundry.

"Matching? And how! I used to compare atmospheric gas samples, I've got this socks thing made. Lay it on me," He's so zealous about this whole matter it could be cute if it wasn't so sad.

Anyway he goes about folding and sorting.

"So what brings you to visit Isaac and Alejandro?"

[reunified]

"Good. I can barely tell which go together, let alone who they belong to."

This was why all of his socks were either black or had days of the week on them. It kept things easy.

He's squinting at a possible pair when the question comes, distracting him from wondering if it's possible to match wear patterns on the heels.

"Mm? Oh. I just... felt like stopping by, I guess? I've been trying to get Clarke to come running with me, but I don't think he's very keen on it."