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metem_logs2012-10-09 05:39 pm
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Entry tags:
laundry.
Characters: Ganymede & OPEN
Time: October 9th, around 11AM.
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Ganymede. :P
Summary: Ganymede can't find the laundry room, and has nothing to wear. Well, sort of.
Ganymede had ventured out of his room, his thin arms wrapped around a basket of clothing and sheets, stacked just a little too high for him, but not high enough as so he couldn't peek over them and maneuver his way around. There had to be someplace to wash these things, otherwise, the only clean clothes he had were the ones left on his body, which, honestly consisted of a pair of...almost unmentionably short boxer shorts and a tank top that was a little too big for him, hanging off of his frame in a floating, fleeting sort of way.
But where to go? He tried his floor, first. There were plenty of interesting places, but no laundry room that he could observe (and if there was, it wasn't entirely out of the question that he had perhaps, missed it. He was a little caught up in the massiveness of the place. He hoped, for a minute, that he would find someone perhaps a little more familiar, or at least someone who'd washed their clothes here before, and for a little bit of guidance. Or, alternatively, someone who could at least carry the basket for him, as it started getting a little too heavy in his arms.
With Lethe having jumped into the basket, he sighed a little, and carried her as well.
Time: October 9th, around 11AM.
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Ganymede. :P
Summary: Ganymede can't find the laundry room, and has nothing to wear. Well, sort of.
Ganymede had ventured out of his room, his thin arms wrapped around a basket of clothing and sheets, stacked just a little too high for him, but not high enough as so he couldn't peek over them and maneuver his way around. There had to be someplace to wash these things, otherwise, the only clean clothes he had were the ones left on his body, which, honestly consisted of a pair of...almost unmentionably short boxer shorts and a tank top that was a little too big for him, hanging off of his frame in a floating, fleeting sort of way.
But where to go? He tried his floor, first. There were plenty of interesting places, but no laundry room that he could observe (and if there was, it wasn't entirely out of the question that he had perhaps, missed it. He was a little caught up in the massiveness of the place. He hoped, for a minute, that he would find someone perhaps a little more familiar, or at least someone who'd washed their clothes here before, and for a little bit of guidance. Or, alternatively, someone who could at least carry the basket for him, as it started getting a little too heavy in his arms.
With Lethe having jumped into the basket, he sighed a little, and carried her as well.