thread of many colors - craig/ike
"What do you mean you've mixed our clothes up?" Ike was starting to take a dim view at his patience for these people's stupidity. Although, he knows he should lay claim to a fraction of the blame here since it was plainly a mistake to be confident of someone else other than his mum or himself to do his laundry.
Sheila Broflovski had been down with the flu these days so Ike had no choice but to bring his laundry to the nearest non-self-service launderette. He could very well wash his own clothes by himself but with his Algebra test coming up, he just couldn't find the time to do the necessary household chores.
He should have known better though.
The guy behind the counter who was supposed to handle the laundry professionally didn't even look ashamed of what he had done. "A lot of our washing machines are broken so I had no choice but to wash your clothes and his clothes in one machine." He then looked at the other customer who stood beside Ike. "You okay with that, yeah man?"
"Of course he's not okay with it, you dildo." Ike snapped to which earned him a glare from the employee. The Canadian paid no heed to him as he redirected his attention to the other customer. "You don't possibly find this acceptable--" Just when he finally got a good look at the guy, he immediately recognized him as a classmate of Kyle's so he quickly added, "--do you, Craig?"
