pink is manly

[eldestking]

Not only were all his clothes dirty, but half of them were in disrepair, to the point where he was going to wash them and rip them up for rags (Susan was particularly pleased at this; she claimed she was tempted to use some of his older shirts whether he liked it or not). So not only did he have a bag of clothes to wash, but he was commanded to

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[healerofharms]

Jill had been planning on doing laundry for over a week, but with everything going on, she'd put it off. Honestly who felt like washing their things when it felt like the world was turning itself upside down? That's why she'd brought up her clothes to the Compound, and why even now she pushed open the door with her hip, before putting her laundry basket on the table with a thump. It was overflowing (she really must not wait that long, the next time), and when she reached to try and pull out the dark clothes, some items slipped off the top to the floor on the other side of the table.

She stopped, and moved around to get them, her eyes widening. "Peter!" Her surprise was only partially realising he was there - more of it was that she realised that about two inches from his hand lay (of course) the laciest and prettiest of her unmentionables. Maybe- Maybe he wouldn't notice.

After he'd all but been pelted with it.

Right.

"I. Ah." She bent, snagging it with quick fingers, her cheeks cherry red.

[eldestking]

He'd looked up at the opening door, and had leaned back against the clothes box with his arms folded over his chest, smiling as she maneuvered her way around the room, without so m much as noticing him. He opened his mouth to greet her, when something pink & black, lacy, and tiny came flying out of the basket and sliding over the table. His eyes were glued to it for a full ten seconds before she came over to get it, distracting him again. She wears...

He shook his head, blinking to clear his suddenly foggy mind. "Uh," He said, eloquently, before licking his lips and smiling widely. "Hi."

[healerofharms]

She stared at him with wide eyes, not actually thinking to move before he said hi, and then finally - finally she realised she was holding it like it was nothing, and just like that, the bra was behind her back, her eyes darting to her laundry basket.

Oh, Aslan. Not really the time to think of the lion, seeing as how the matching bit - the matching bits, really, since she actually owned stockings and so had the whole kit even though she didn't wear it much - were half-falling out of the basket. Her eyes flicked to him, and she sidled a bit to her left, trying ever so hard to move gracefully, shove the bra back into the basket, and turn that whole thing away from him before he... well. Saw it.

Although it didn't help that she'd just stared at the sodding thing and almost squeaked.

Mission mostly accomplished, she realised just how awfully awkward that entire thing was. "How're you," she said, wincing as her voice wavered between high pitched and normal.

[eldestking]

His eyes had followed hers quickly and grown only a little wide, realizing that there were more, before she stuffed the bra and other bits back deep into the basket. It was like a spell was broken, and he blinked hard, reaching up to scratch the back of his head quickly, pulling in a deep breath.

He licked his lips quickly, smiling crookedly. "Good, good." He nodded again, lips pressed together. "You?"

[pocketfullowit]

"Don't anger the clothing box," Seth suggested as he reached in and pulled a t-shirt out that declared that he was a Big Fat Hairy Deal. It looked more like one of Summer's babydoll t's, and if anyone were to ask Seth how he knew what a babydoll t was, then they would have to refer back to his girlfriend.

"I'd take it," he continued, nodding to the pink shirt. "It's being nice."

[eldestking]

"I'm trying not to." He shook his head. "I'm definitely taking that, actually. At least it's a men's top." He smiled wistfully. "I take it you haven't had much more luck than I have?"

[pocketfullowit]

The two words men's and top should never be used together in a sentence, Seth decided, but the less he revealed about how his brain was awash with fashionable insight the better. Call it a hazard of growing up in Orange County.

"Not really," he drew out, pursing his lips. "It usually likes to give me shirts to remind of how Jewish I am. Chicks dig a man who can wear pink, though." He paused, and then added, "That is, if you're into, you know...chicks." Since it seemed like a lot people weren't.

[eldestking]

Peter chuckled, nodding. "I am, actually," He knew it sometimes was a rarity on this island, but he wasn't put off. "I just don't know if I can wear pink." He shrugged. "Hopefully it won't look too ridiculous."

[giftless]

Honour was not a fan of the Compound, so for once Edmund was completely alone when he found his brother. He grinned, pleased to see Peter elbow deep in that horrible box, and got himself a seat atop one of the unused washers.

"I heard it was laundry day," he remarked. "I thought I'd come around and enjoy the show."

[eldestking]

"Oh, sod it." He pulled out another pink and purple sparkly shirt and threw it at his brother over his shoulder. "At least I do laundry."

[giftless]

Edmund laughed in that pleased way of younger siblings when the elder was tried, and caught the shirt. "I do laundry as well!" Though, to be honest, Edmund's version of laundry was more survival of the fittest. It all went in, and what didn't make it was replaced. "I just have less clothes than you. What do you need more for anyway?"

[eldestking]

"Susan said she'd make rags out of half of them," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head at the clothes box. He furrowed his brow at it intently, and he started digging again, thinking he caught sight of something blue.

[peeweemartin]

Johnny had heard some things about the clothes box, and none of them had sounded too positive.
When he walked into the washing room, carrying his paratrooper jacket to finally get it cleaned again, and came across a guy, pulling a pink shirt out of the box, he couldn't help but snigger.

"Now, that ain't what I call lucky."

[eldestking]

"If you could see the rest of this, you'd think me very lucky." He pulled out one particularly sparkly shirt, pink, purple, and covered in glitter.

[peeweemartin]

Now Johnny couldn't hold back the laughter that was bubbling up inside of him anymore, and he started laughing loudly. "That box seems t'ah hate ya, pal." He grinned, placing his jacket on the washing machine.

[eldestking]

He shrugged, opening his mouth to say something, but distracted by the jacket. "You were in the military, I take it?"

[a_sport]

Fortinbras had managed to destroy his collar. Not that he was ever on a lead or had cause to try to bite off or rip up his collar, but somehow Fort had managed it.

Calvin came in holding the remains of the old collar hoping, hoping the box'd be nice and give him something more practical and less sexy leather.

"Is the good stuff playing hard to get today?"

[eldestking]

Peter shook his head, frowning. He gestured at the shirt he'd found and then back at the box, smiling ruefully. "You tell me."

[a_sport]

Grinning, Calvin shook his head and stepped up next to him in front of the box. "I suppose it could be worse? Something like..."

Reaching into the box, he pulls out a purple monstrosity and bursts out laughing.

"This, for example, would be worse. Not exactly flattering on you, I think."

[eldestking]

Peter couldn't help but laugh with him, before making a face. "Good god, no. Just... no." He shook his head. "It's definitely playing hard to get."