clairewitched:
even after years of not living under her mother’s roof it seemed like davina hadn’t quite mastered the skill of adulting that was doing your laundry before creating a mountain of dirty clothes. it would’ve been reasonable and mature of her to do laundry weeks ago, and yet now she found herself in the basement of the building washing clothes. as she heard the knock she tore herself away from sorting darks from lights to pull it open, smiling at the man, “of course, that kind of sucks though, i could get you the landlord’s number if you don’t already have it ? so you can get it fixed i mean.”
“You know, I can’t believe I didn’t think to do that!” the witch chuckles to himself since this really could have been avoided had he actually put forth some effort instead of relying on the kindness of strangers. Either way he is somewhat pleased that someone is kind enough to assist him in his temporary predicament. As he traversed into the facility he placed his basket on a free counter as he does some minimal hand exercises to help with the minor cramp he feels. “I’m Chris by the way. I moved into 512.”