me: *sets washing machine for a quick 28 minute cycle*
me: okay
washing machine: so you mean take over a goddamned hour right
me: ...
washing machine: ...
me: ...
washing machine: ...let's shoot for 90 minutes if we can
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me: *sets washing machine for a quick 28 minute cycle*
me: okay
washing machine: so you mean take over a goddamned hour right
me: ...
washing machine: ...
me: ...
washing machine: ...let's shoot for 90 minutes if we can
(☉_☉)
She froze, like a deer in the headlights.
Reithie wasn't expecting him home, heck, even if there was a chance Tyrian would have warned her anyways. Where the heck was that lizard anyways.
Rook didn't say anything, and that could be viewed as a good, or bad thing, depending on the current situation. Which was basically, washing, that's all that it was washing. He wasn't suppose to be home, and she was trying to get it all done but..
"Look, I can explain! Washing!"
He still didn't move, or blink, or anything it seemed. Reithie began to wonder if he was dead.
I GOT A FUCKING JOB!
...not a job fucking, a job dishwashing at an italian resturant downtown!! Cheers muddatrucka.