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The Laundry Room, Thursday Morning
Thursday, February 20th, 2014 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
genesisheroEvan had kind of given up on trying to figure out where he was supposed to be living, these days. Last weekend, it had apparently been Karina's room. From there, he'd wound up in a hallway, a supply closet, the garden on the roof, and a common room. Today, Evan's room listing had changed yet again.
He supposed he couldn't complain too much. He was inside, at least. And he wasn't sharing his space with brooms or anything, though the dryers were a little noisy and they scared Ozzy a bit. And the smell of laundry detergent and fabric softener was actually kind of nice.
He was sort of getting resigned to this. But if he found out he was living in the ladies' bathroom or something like that, he was just going to move into the hotel. Jeeze.
Anyway, while he was down here, he was passing his time by sitting on a stack of his books and, you know, doing laundry.
What else?
[OOC: Because giving Evan a difficult time is one of my favourite things about this BDE already. Open!]
He supposed he couldn't complain too much. He was inside, at least. And he wasn't sharing his space with brooms or anything, though the dryers were a little noisy and they scared Ozzy a bit. And the smell of laundry detergent and fabric softener was actually kind of nice.
He was sort of getting resigned to this. But if he found out he was living in the ladies' bathroom or something like that, he was just going to move into the hotel. Jeeze.
Anyway, while he was down here, he was passing his time by sitting on a stack of his books and, you know, doing laundry.
What else?
[OOC: Because giving Evan a difficult time is one of my favourite things about this BDE already. Open!]