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Emergency Laundry Night [ Laundry Room, Thursday Evening ]

Room 201 is not a large room. It is, in fact, quite small, being a single, especially given that two people live there. So it's usually a good idea to do something about it when the piles of dirty clothes have taken over all the floor space and are threatening to eat the occupants. Not literally, not this time, but at this school who wants to take that chance?

This is why Anders and Cally have made the trek down to the laundry room tonight, dragging bags of dirty clothes, towels, and sheets along with them. (Thanks again, whoever hotwired the machines to not need quarters!) They've opted for the big basement laundry room, given the amount of stuff they have.

Hopefully they remembered the detergent and bleach . . .

[OOC: If you suddenly have the inexplicable urge to do laundry in the basement, feel free.]

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Cally definitely remembered the detergent and the bleach. She sets them down and begins measuring detergent into one of the machines.

"We got things sorted yet?"

"Doin' that now," says Anders as he fishes out a few towels and tosses them into a separate pile, grateful for the fact that Cally's wardrobe tends to make laundry sorting kind of easy. "It's . . . heh. We're gonna need at least two or three machines for darks."

"Hey, don't blame me. All I normally gotta sort is delicates. You're the one with the more colorful wardrobe. Dork." Cally sticks out her tongue.

Anders throws one of his bright red t-shirts at Cally. "You haven't complained about mixing up all our laundry yet, goofball," he says, following the t-shirt with a couple of equally bright red pairs of his boxers. "Besides, you make sorting a lot easier."

"Yep. Thank the gods for small favors, huh?" Cally smiles and starts tossing the clothes into the washer.

"I dunno." Anders squints goofily at her from behind the pile of bedsheets that he's loading into another machine. "You're not that small, coach. I'd say you're a pretty big favor."

He finishes cramming the sheets into the washer and comes up behind Cally, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Thank the gods for you every damn day, though."

"You big schmoopy dork." Cally says, reaching up and running her hand across Anders' forearm. "Love you."

"Love you too," says Anders, kissing Cally lightly on the ear before loading the rest of the machines and getting them all running. Hopping up to sit on top of one of the machines, he pats the spot beside him and looks at Cally. "C'mere. And what's wrong with being schmoopy, huh?"

Cally hops up next to Anders and wraps her arm around his shoulder. "Absolutely nothing."

"So how come you call me a schmoopy dork?" Anders leans his head against Cally's and scoots a little bit closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "And, um, my head still is all in one piece, right?"

"I can call you Susan if I liked. S'my right." Cally says, rubbing his cheek with her hand. "And it seems all one piece to me... why do you ask?"

"'cause I got pecked in the head by a Muppet chicken in the TA lounge today." Anders turns to kiss the palm of Cally's hand. "That was kinda interesting."

"Ow. You okay?"

"Long as there's no holes in my head? Yep, just fine." Anders nods and cuddles up close. "Especially since I've got you here, right? Everything's good. TA lounge is kinda neat, though. You should check it out sometime."

"Yeah, I should." Cally smiles and enjoys the closenes and intimacy. "This is nice."

"Sitting on top of the washing machines?" Anders raises an eyebrow, but he's not arguing, and he starts nibbling lightly on Cally's ear. "It's kinda noisy, but hey, the company's pretty good, huh?"

He leans over and puts a finger beneath Cally's chin, turning her to face him and giving her a long, sweet kiss. And they're the only ones here, so what the hell, he'll say it. "Love you, Shortstop."

"Love you too, Tiger." Cally smiles and rubs noses with Anders. "But we totally are in no way getting naked int the laundry room. Just so ya know."

"Well, duh. After last time?" Anders holds up his right pinky. "Might as well make this official. No more getting naked in public, deal?"

"Deal." Cally hooks pinkies with Anders and shakes. "There. Now if we do, we totally drop dead. Cause that's what happens when you break Pinky Swears."

Anders looks mildly alarmed. "Gotcha. No naked-getting in public, not ever again. 'cause that would be bad. The dropping dead thing."

"Yep. Definitely with the bad." Cally nods and kisses Anders on the cheek.

"So we won't be doing that, right?" Anders ruffles Cally's hair affectionately. "Oh, hey. I think it's dryer time."

"Woo! Time to move wet clothes! You want to move the delicates?" Cally says with a smirk, prodding Anders in the arm.

"Oh, yeah, I think I might be able to handle those," Anders deadpans. "You'll help me up if I fall over, right?"

"Yep. I'll totally catch you." Cally smiles and nods before disentangling herself from Anders and sliding off the washing machine.

"Come on. Work time."

Anders hops down off the washing machine and bounces on his toes a few times. "Yep. Let's go. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/412752.html?thread=17612880#t17612880)"

Because the delicates are so very difficult to lift and such a tricky operation, Anders moves those first. He'd move them piece by piece but Cally would probably smack him in the head for it, plus that's a lot of delicates and they're pretty much all Cally's anyway. So if anyone walks in . . . well. No. Group migration thing, definitely.

He does drop a couple of items en route from the washer to the dryer and, red-faced, has to go back for them. "Coach? We need, like, a laundry basket."

"We do?" Cally starts piling wet dark clothes in her arms and goes over to dump them into a drier. "But then you don't have an excuse to touch my underwear!" She giggles.

"I need an excuse?" asks Anders, confused, as he lugs the wet sheets to a dryer. "I mean, don't I usually . . . um."

"Don't you usually what?" Cally says, finishing switching machines with all the dark colored clothes. "Do you go through my underwear when I'm at class or something?"

"Um." Anders coughs. "Well. No? I just mean, y'know . . . takin'emoffyouallthetime."

"Oh, that." Cally smiles and turns the dials of the dryers. "I was worried you were weird for a second."

Anders rolls his eyes and pokes Cally in the side, then turns his attention to very carefully picking the heat setting on the dryerload of sheets (because all turny buttons lie). "Aren't you always saying I'm weird anyway?"

"Good point." Cally says, finishing setting the two dryers and starting them. "Sucks to be you, I guess. Except the whole getting to be my boyfriend thing."

Anders sighs dramatically and flops down on top of the dryers. "Damn my luck! I'm weird and -- oh, hey, I get to date the cutest and most awesome girl in school, probably on this entire planet and all twelve Colonies back home too."

"You know I kid about the whole sucks to be you thing, right?" Cally wanders over and wraps her arms around his waist. "Cause I really think you're... well, what you just said, but replace girl with guy."

"I know you're kidding." Anders grins up at her and leans forward to kiss the top of her head. "I think I know you well enough now to figure out when you're kidding, mostly. Love you, coach."

"Love you too, champ," she says, before hopping up onto a dryer. "We should come here more often."

"For the laundry or the spending time together?" asks Anders, scooting over and laying his head in her lap. "'cause having clean clothes and sheets and stuff is good, but couches are more comfy than the dryer."

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