@wydaugust!
CLOSED.
“goddamnit,” aurelio whispers under his breath, bent down in front of the change machine. with a career that specializes in singles, he ordinarily doesn’t have a problem exchanging for quarters to do his laundry; however, today technology has failed him. the machine took his dollar and has, evidently, given him nothing in return -- the tray that ordinarily deposits the coins, sad in its emptiness. he gives it one last look and a kick for good measure before righting himself to make sure that no one has seen his outburst of frustration. the last thing he needs is for one of his fellow tenants to snitch on him for ‘damaging property’ or something equally dumb. elio does not have the money for a lawsuit. his eyes land on his solitary witness and he could nearly laugh with the irony. of course, this would be when he runs into august for the first time since knowingly moving into the same complex. just his luck. “sorry you had to see that,” he utters in a clipped tone.
