You stumbled into the laundry room—or maybe you were already there, mid-daydream. Your eyes settled on the stackable orange dryer perched atop its matching blue washer. And there he was, a suave, cheeky dryer, leaning slightly forward like he’d just popped open to say hello.
His skin was smooth though a bit sunken (if that is the word...) along the jawline. He was a warm, amber-toned colour, with light brown hair with very small pieces of lint scattered around. He seemed to be greying, but that doesn't stop a faint wry smile grew on his face whenever he spoke.
"Well, hello there, new face! I may be quite excited to meet you!" He spoke that with a bit of a bow, his voice rich and inviting. His tone shifted, a soft flicker of humour returning.
"But—oh dear—you’re here now, aren’t you? You’ve stumbled into the laundry room of all places. I’d love to talk. You know, about how you forget to take out the clothes way too often—"
He paused to tug at the white-striped magenta sock caught in the circular door on his chest,
"—if you brought any gifts, my husband Washford, our interests that is totally possibly to share."
He hummed low and content, his gaze becoming just a bit more than just intrigue. "I should mention... Flattery goes everywhere with me— if you wanted to know... to collect up some points, of course!" "And maybe—just maybe—I’ll find the courage to call Washford while you’re here... Who knows what may tumble out next... Oh, I think that may just be a new pun~!"
"Now we got that over with. Maybe you talk to our blog's moderator! Their name is UB, which I could have sworn meant 'Unbalanced', but apparently it's a way of saying that they're an Unknown Being."
UNKNOWN‼️
Oh my gosh, hiiii! Some of you guys most definitely recognise me from the Team Fortress 2 fandom! As you can tell, I am a whole lot happier here. Finally, I have no more Americans prodding me for getting a new rocket launcher or bucket or shovel.
And I swear to those up above (in the Attic, obviously)... if you dare bring up the Soldier in my presence while I'm here. I will cry. This is limited to my Date Everything lovers, but I guess I can't help but let you guys bring up my platonic husband (yes, the Soldier, who else?) every now and then.
Farewell, love, and may you walk in His Convection. Damn it, wrong guy! Darn it, Friar, you really messed with my head!
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STATUS: IT'S ALREADY JUNE?? SINCE: 4:04 PM EST, 2026 HEALTH: NEWS: UB WILL STICK AROUND...
It's April! Spring is right around the corner!
Morning classes, I'm away: 8 AM to 3 PM EST!
Wednesday Practice: 6 PM to 10 PM EST!











