Laundry Room - Wednesday Night

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As far as Kyle knew, he was leaving in less than a week. There was no real need to do laundry. It wasn't like he'd be taking all of his clothes home with him. He had a list though - a list of things he wanted to do in Fandom before he went home. Conquering the laundry room was the next on the list.

For some reason, the washers and dryers in here didn't like him. That was okay though, because he wasn't fond of them either. Damned machines.

There were loud thumping and grinding noises coming from the room and echoing out into the public areas. Kyle was trying to force the washer to take his clothes, but the washer had a mind of its own and was putting up a good fight.

"You're not going to win this fight!"

Yeah. It probably was.

[OOC: Open!]

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"..Tisn't goin' t'work," George pointed out from his comfy perch on a table. The battle-watching was ways enjoyable.

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"This is what it was made for," Kyle replied. He was using his elbow to try to pry the washer door open.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aye, but it hates ye," he replied. "Mayhap y'should use a lever. For th'leverage."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to break school property," he said, yanking his arm out before it got crushed. The machine had a surprising amount of strength. "Again."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Not like they never cared before," George pointed out, jumping off the table to go help (finally). "You want me t'try t'hold it up?"

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Try putting this shirt in there," Kyle suggested. He tossed the shirt at George and took a few steps away from the machine.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George snatched the shirt out of the air and went to open the lid of the washing machine.

And then he tried again. "Hey! 'M not Kyle Get over it."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Try putting your shirt in," he said, standing back even further.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"If ye tell me t'put my pants in next, I'm goin' t'want dinner first," he teased, grinning over at Kyle.

With a shake of his head, he pulled off his shirt and tried to open the washing machine...and almost threw himself across the room when it opened with barely any strength at all.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle smiled for a moment, then leapt into action. He shoved a handful of clothes into the washer and pulled his hand away as fast as he could.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

Finally getting what Kyle wanted, George hung onto to the lid with all his strength, trying to keep it from snapping back onto Kyle's hands - or clothes.

"Yer smarter than ye look sometimes, Reese," George joked.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

The machine took the opportunity to spit the clothes back out at Kyle. A dirty sock landed on his head. Kyle was very unimpressed.

"You spoke too soon, George."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"...Mithros' balls," he cursed, leaning down to look into the laundry machine. "Ye don' have a tongue! How d'ye spit things out?" George complained then yelped in pain as the machine slammed its lid back down on George's head.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"You see what I've been dealing with?" Finally, someone understood.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"It didn' hate me afore!" George complained, kicking the machine in the side for a resounding clang.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"It's probably because you're with me. We've had," he glanced at the washer, "issues since I got here."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aye, I remember," he agreed. "Seems like they've been getitn' worse. Mayhap th' laundry things know ye kill machines at home."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." He approached the washer and placed a hand on it. The machine rumbled, letting out an almost vibrating growl, disapproving of Kyle's presence. "Maybe they know that I don't like them either."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Well, when ye say it like that."George frowned and put his hand on the machine too.

"He don't be that bad," he reassured the machine. "Don't even smell bad unless he's havin' trouble wit' ye being recalcitrant."

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Kyle gave George a confused look. "What's recalci- that?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Stubborn like a bloody mule or me mam," he explained.

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"I understand. Though I don't smell bad any more." He hadn't moved his hand from the machine. "All I want is you to wash my clothes," he said calmly to it.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"See? He's daft, but he can be taught, aye?" George said to the machine. "So mayhap y'll take pity on me and wash his clothes so I don need t'smell him?"

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

The washer shifted slightly, but settled down.

Kyle took the opportunity to reach down and yank its power plug out. The machine was suddenly lifeless.

He looked over at George. "It was probably going to eat my clothes again."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aye, but then we could've punched it and it'd deserve it," he pointed out.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Punching metal?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Tisn't metal metal," George replied. "Jus' a wee little washer lass who be a bit cranky."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"I like my knuckles the way they are!"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"User yer feet!" he shot back laughingly.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I will." He shoved a dirty sock in George's face and made a run for it.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aye, y'better run!" George sputtered, grabbing the sock for revenge purposes before taking off after Kyle.