cal opened his mouth, about to say some witty comeback about the almighty powers of laundrune, god of laundry, but is immediately shut up when he's shoved out of the way. he let out a dramatic ' oof ' as he watched with bright, amused eyes as she started to rearrange all of his washing. he tried not to laugh, his lips pressed together in a straight line but the corners gave him away. it's when she scowled at his outfit that cal stood up straighter, looking down at his fit of the day. "you can't judge me on this, this is comfy day outfit !!" his feet were stuffed into his slippers with mis-matching socks, some comfortable shorts and sure his shirt's color was faded from his poor washing techniques.. but still. "i'll be washing clothes all day," he whined, "i'm a one-and-done kinda guy. what am i - calerella ?"
calerella earned him a snarky glance, but rachel didn't let herself get too distracted from the stranger's laundry. "you need to be if you want to keep your clothes from going bad. makes you look better, saves you needing to buy more clothes when they inevitably get ruined - worth. it." she sorted them out, roughly matching colours, textures and materials. "these ones need a cooler wash, these ones could use a slightly longer one." she handed him the laundry.
"you might as well consider me laundrune, by the way. someone needed to save you from yourself."















