[ What is he reading anyway... one would assume a raunchy bodice ripper... ]
You got it started, didn't you?
[ Useless... She wipes at the control panel, ignoring the foam creeping up her arms. (Everything... in her apartment is soaked... She may as well just change places at this rate... In fact she probably will.)
Anyhow she manages to locate a POWER button, which brings the whirring and spinning and gurgling to a stop. A bit of excess water sloshes at her feet, and she opens the lid of the machine, reaching in to fish out the stupid jacket. ]
It's washed.
[ The sopping pile of fabric is the next thing that gets deposited on him. ]
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You got it started, didn't you?
[ Useless... She wipes at the control panel, ignoring the foam creeping up her arms. (Everything... in her apartment is soaked... She may as well just change places at this rate... In fact she probably will.)
Anyhow she manages to locate a POWER button, which brings the whirring and spinning and gurgling to a stop. A bit of excess water sloshes at her feet, and she opens the lid of the machine, reaching in to fish out the stupid jacket. ]
It's washed.
[ The sopping pile of fabric is the next thing that gets deposited on him. ]