[ 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. ]
[ He's reading a SCIENCE book. He might be over two thousand years old but he is apparently not too old to be assigned homework.
And the book is (thankfully) safe when Olivia deposits his blazer on him, the cold from the fabric seeping into his skin with a soft "ah". The smell of mysterious lavender is overpowering, even if being in this apartment should've dulled his senses to it by now, and he tucks the book under his arm before he stands, wringing his jacket right onto her floor. (It's a lost cause anyway.) ]
Well, it looks like you have a handle on things.
[ He's going to peace out and let Olivia enjoy her mess!! C: ]
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I'm sure you can put two and two together. I came to get my jacket, but found it filthy so...
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So you decided to launder my accommodation in its entirety?
[ She then drops the book right back on his chest to inspect the bubbling washing machine, expression only curdling further. ]
—How do you stop it.
[ (Guess who doesn't actually know how to use modern technology either!!!) ]
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I'm not sure.
[ It's not really his problem... ]
Do you have a textbook on the subject?
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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. ]
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And the book is (thankfully) safe when Olivia deposits his blazer on him, the cold from the fabric seeping into his skin with a soft "ah". The smell of mysterious lavender is overpowering, even if being in this apartment should've dulled his senses to it by now, and he tucks the book under his arm before he stands, wringing his jacket right onto her floor. (It's a lost cause anyway.) ]
Well, it looks like you have a handle on things.
[ He's going to peace out and let Olivia enjoy her mess!! C: ]