May 18, 2016
@maggies-ghost
Washing was never something Levi had to do, it was the sort of thing he’d throw in the basket in the corner of his room, or into the hamper in the bathroom and forget about. Until of course it appeared all folded neat and tidy in one big organised pile on his bed. And still on this perfectly chill afternoon, the lanky boy found himself wandering to the laundromat in town, the basket in his hands almost falling apart with age and the weight of his clothes inside. There was the usual scowl across his face as he walked in, slamming the door shut behind him with a blatant stare and a word in the direction of the blonde who joined him before he waltzed over to one of the many coin operated machines that surrounded them.