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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening
Bruce was in the common room with a book and a pile of socks. Next to the socks was a sign.
FREE SOCKS
FRESHLY LAUNDERED
You see, Bruce had finally finished his laundry after the recent... unpleasantness with the laundry machines. But when he pulled them out, all of the socks were argyle in various sizes. Did machines change them? Were they secretly argyle all along and were just pretending to be single toned socks that fit Bruce? Did gremlins switch them mid-wash? Bruce didn't know, and buying new socks, throwing them in the same machine, and watching from a hidden location didn't reveal anything useful.
So screw it, he was just going to get more new socks and give these away. Because Bruce Wayne didn't wear argyle socks. Just... no.
[OOC: Inspiration for the post taken from
momslilassassin. Open CR, naturally. Take the socks.]
FRESHLY LAUNDERED
You see, Bruce had finally finished his laundry after the recent... unpleasantness with the laundry machines. But when he pulled them out, all of the socks were argyle in various sizes. Did machines change them? Were they secretly argyle all along and were just pretending to be single toned socks that fit Bruce? Did gremlins switch them mid-wash? Bruce didn't know, and buying new socks, throwing them in the same machine, and watching from a hidden location didn't reveal anything useful.
So screw it, he was just going to get more new socks and give these away. Because Bruce Wayne didn't wear argyle socks. Just... no.
[OOC: Inspiration for the post taken from

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